I have created you and equipped you with
everything you'll ever need,
but now you are alone.
The earth is probably round and probably not.
People are maybe truly selfish or selfless, go figure it out.
And I, I have granted you language to define your own
fear, anger, boredom, confusion, and restlessness.
I have granted this existence for you to slowly and
painfully learn about nothingness.
You will never be summoned by your true name.
You will forever pretend to be sane.
You will move from one illusion
to one another
until you die.
You are not Sisyphus,
you are the boulder.
"You are stardust"
(what good does it do?)
"You are golden"
(what good does it do?)
You invented sacred words like
dignity, freedom, truth, and justice
to rise above the rest of your kind.
(oh, but what good does it do?)
