old lies

_ do you think
you’re something new
that’s never been seen?
well, you’re new like each wave
that crashes on the edge
of the sea:
a million before,
a million more
yet to come;
each one the same but new,
each one the same
as you.

and in the end,
you’ve nothing to show
for the things that you’ve done;
and in the end,
there’s no one there
to care
what you’ve done.



_don’t you know
there’s nothing new
in heaven or hell?
don’t you know
there’s nothing you can do
to quell
a rising certainty
you’re here on this earth
just for a life
of sorrow, dissonance,
discord, discontent
and strife?

and in the end,
you’ve nothing to show
for the things that you’ve done;
and in the end,
there’s no one there
to care
what you’ve done.
_do you believe
the lies you are told
by the people you know?
does it relieve
your mind to pretend
you control where you go,
when it’s not you
but the eddies of time
giving directions:
a cork on the sea,
a leaf in the wind,
no destination...

and in the end,
you’ve nothing to show
for what little you’ve done;
and in the end,
even you
don’t care what you’ve done.
_

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