One more for the road

No road, but having 50 posts even was irritating. So, generation and corruption are the same thing or neither exist but a medium between the two, or both these options or neither of the two. This site contains the truth about the truth, although the tired poem that follows is meant to be a deterrant so that readers will think this site is crap written by a pretentious faker who tricks the reader into believing his work is the truth about reality and the reality of existence whereas in fact it simply appears to be deep, novel and genius while it is actually persuasive confused nonsense. But should we value sense over nonsense, organized over confused? I don't think it really matters: i'll always take an amusing lie over the harsh truth. Lesson complete.

Tired and waiting
for a space to clear
in the distant horizon.
Listening to the
sleeping dogs snore.
Dry, peeling like a snake,
throat rejects liquids
and solids. Body wants
to starve, brain is
indifferent: in an
abstract world
replacing suffering
with patience.
Hands gone numb,
feet gone numb,
leg incessantly shaking.
Becoming impatient,
but there's no point
to suicide.
People at work, me
alone with nothing to do
not bored not wanting
creating bliss.