Percepting Life

I didnt try and understand it, it just came my way, didnt even opt for it, just got noticed, a wave in the ocean, where every drop is unknown to the other, a particle of dust on a busy street, shifting places by someone else's will.

So what have i all got at the end of the day, tears for myself or pity for the pie, Who knows, today here, with a flickering image of humanity and tomorrow, in a world of absurdity, fully complicated, this concept of life, made by none, perceived my many, controlled by wish and executed by desire.

Just a game with time, clickin into the infinity, will never know, when the clock stops ticking, will never know why the clock stopped ticking, been here, done what ?, been there, seen what ?, I dont see things the way they are, dont believe them the way they are told about.

See them right through their heart, perceive them the way i want, free them all to the world to care, imagine, to stare and wish. Its such a beautiful life. Neither me made it, nor you, still we accept it, dont want to mend it, leave it untouched and unharmed, wandering through the mazes of darkness to find the light, ignorant of it being left right behind.

So ultimately its a circle, who cares, neighter me, nor you, read this and think, maybe abuse, maybe comment, maybe hack, maybe die, maybe live, how does it all matter, Honestly, it does not.