Since the time I was born, I couldn’t wait to die,
and just that thought made me so happy I could cry.
I’ll never be quite the same as I was back then
since everything I once did is repeating all over again.
The truth is always buried beneath clever lying and wit,
and I tend to always remember that the moment I forget it.
I dream during the day because this reality is fake,
and when I close my eyes, I dream of being awake.
I’ll never know everything, and that truly shows
that everything is exactly what ignorance knows.
I calmly look behind my eyes, and then I see:
nonsense always made the most sense to me…