But when I close my eyes
Is that Nothing?
It's not smoke,
It's not a river,
It's not stars,
It's darkness.
And darkness is something.
And smoke is something.
And a river is something.
And stars are something.
Or maybe they're nothing.
Maybe they're just distractions of the nothingness of death.
And we just walk blindly,
Enjoying what we think is something
Even if It's Nothing.
And that's beautiful.
We are humans
We hide inside the Pleasure
Distracting our minds from the abyss
We need pleasure
We need to be distracted
We need dopamine
We need to travel
We need stars
We need cities
We need the moon
We need the sun
We need light
We need mountains
We need water
We need food
We need clothes
We need movies
We need other people
We need cars
We need art
We need music
We need poems
We need literature
We need love
We need sadness
We need animals
We need statues
We need buildings
We need jobs
We need money