This is Earth,
A planet so large,
It proves us to be insignificant,
So insignificant that we can dance in the rain,
and merly gain momentary dismissal,
from those around us.
But we are so insignificant,
that we have to dance in the rain to be noticed.
This is Planet,
Where we are expected to learn,
About many things to help us get good jobs,
To get more money,
And be happy and...
Die.
Then what is it all worth?
After pondering in thought,
you see that life itself has no meaning,
there is no greater plan,
there is no ultimate reward,
no promised land of supreme happiness.
We're just here to rot,
crule entertainment for those who see reality.
Maybe we're puppets in a play,
whose actions, words and thoughts,
are controlled by some written script.
This is World,
where suicide is concidered as the coward's way out.
Is that what you really believe,
or just another opinion dictated to you?
Do you have any idea,
how much courage you need to gather,
to go through the mere thought.
The loss of family, friends,
everything you have ever put effort into,
going to be lossed.
The replaying of thoughts that lead you this way.
the tears shed.
But no longer,
you are heading to an unknown destination,
on a path not knowing where it ends.
But you know you cannot return,
to the land where ignorance is bliss.
Maybe all we are is lost.
Solely travelling through the dark,
from nothing to nothingness.