The end came

And my wonderment was fulfilled.

Nothing does matter.

������ Especially in the end.

� I sit alone in a dark room

Locked in because of what is

������� On the other side.

I think I figured it out,

Man, the rock star ate the apple

�������� And with it fed me

��� His power and love,

Only to have it all taken away

���� When he kicked me out of Eden

But my question remains:

������ Is it this contrast that

����������� Makes life beautiful

� Or does it make it meaningless?

�I have forgotten the meaning

���������� Of all things

And now, at least I know

��������������� It doesn�t matter.