We
seek to know our brothers, as we seek to know ourselves
And
we seek to know our mothers, our fathers and sisters
and
our lovers, past, present and those that never were
We
define ourselves on these realities,
they
forge us, make us who we are
And
we learn the pain that comes with it
the
pain of loss,
what
never was and what could have been
and
in time we learn mortality
We
fret for the paths we haven’t traveled,
we
fret the paths we have
And
the past is our ally
Our
enemy and our maker
The
future holds no meaning
No
logic or reason
Because
it has yet to happen
and
we know that when it does, all that will be left is past
The
positives and the things we wish never were
And
here I sit, pondering it all
The
reasons behind it,
the
fate that was given to me
When
I realize
There
is no meaning, no purpose, no fate
We
are chaos, our lives are chaos
And
like our mortal bodies,
We
and what we leave behind is destined to die,
forgotten
