Nothing matters in the long run. In the long run we’re all dead. So all that matters is what we do now – how happy we are, and how happy we make those around us.

Poetry: The Main Road to Nowhere 1

 

I’m on the main road to nowhere,

Fighting through hell to reach purgatory;

Drowning in shallow waters to swim the seas,

Dreaming of everything and nothing,

Of a future that cannot be.

 

I see a light at the end of the tunnel,

A mirage of shifting hope;

Mindless lyrics blast through the radio,

Fragmented minds sway to catchy tunes.

 

All words are but sounds,

All music but noise;

Scratchy lines on cheap paper shouldn’t mean so much.

Looking for meaning in a universe made of brimstone and gas,

You cannot understand things that mean nothing.

 

What if I tell you that there’s no plan?

That you’re drowning and no one gives a damn.

What if I tell you that there’s nothing in the long run,

‘Cause in the long run we’re all dead.

 

What if I tell you to give a damn?

‘Cause no one else ever will.

What if I tell you to shoot the doubts,

There’ll be time enough to pay for your sins

On the main road to nowhere,

You’ll find the answers to everything.

Poetry: The Main Road to Nowhere 2

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