It Just Is

The universe doesn’t love you,
it doesn’t feel a single thing.
The roses that bloom
don’t grow for you.
And the animals that wonder
will continue after you.
The trees don’t consider you
nor the will the ground ask
permission before swallowing whole
the empty air and the city throng.
The clouds don’t cry from
a broken heart and the mountain’s
rivers will dry and not give a damn.
It all just is, and it’s not for you
the brief blurred vision spectator
trapped in the abyss of consciousness.


4 thoughts on “It Just Is

      1. As a nihilist (among other things) I live this as closely as I can. Life is complex and it’s easy to get confused in the miasma of life. When I think clearly life is simpler, easier.


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