Your life, every life, is this
There was nothing before
There'll be nothing hereafter
It's merely a path to nowhere
Maybe it'll be an enjoyable journey
Or an interminable, tiresome burden
Or just something in-between
Meaningless; without a higher purpose
You may find comfort in fairy-tales
Or preemptive death and destruction
Maybe you'll call to the heavens above
Thankful for 'nothings' mythical love
There was nothing before, remember?
And so, there'll be nothing hereafter
For your life, every life, is this
A time to think, on a path to nowhere
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