I want a life worth living
I want something to need
I want hope
All I have is a bag of weed
My hopes exceed what can be me
But I reach nothing, no pinnacle, no peak, no redundancy
Since none of this matter, I guess it doesn't matter
But I'll pretend for now
Flowing through the sounds of a giant storm constantly attacking just like conscience
The futility of all actions comes from everything being nothing
If everything was everything forever it would be the same
Merely a game...
Thus, We return to the conclusion of apathy
