all I think about is
what was
what is
and what could have been
I don't think about what could be
because the only thing that is definite
is nothingness
where someone will surely piss on my grave
and my memory will leave a smell
No one will touch it
it will just lie there
as I'm lying here today
there's not much difference between life and death
when you're alone
If a tree falls and no ones there to hear it
does it make a sound
If you see and participate
and wander through the world
but the world never sees you
did you ever really exist?
