(Nihilism)

Night Hill Visit

What is there to it really?
Any logic posits angst
We all die, it all ends, between this and birth is waste
What you build will be destroyed,
what is good becomes corrupt
Nothing ever lasts forever
So why do we not give it up
We hope suffering has a meaning
Pain is just a train to bliss
A true world waits for us beyond
These are reasons we exist
What if you can't buy that story
What if too much brain condemns
What if starting any project has no purpose in the end
We can't seem to understand
Why we know that we're alive
And who ever ponders on this knows he don't care if he dies
My desires grind into mini matter
When you climb so high just to leave the ladder
At the top there is only drop
We live for the journey, not the stop
Every run we get a grasp on brings us up closer to a heaven
Just to find at the time, that we close our eyes
There's slim chance to be anything