And if there was a reason for it all,
would it comfort you?
A reason why you’re alive? A reason to live?
Or is it that you need reasons,
reasons why there is no reason?
Why it doesn’t mean a thing?
Is it that, all eccentricities aside,
you are feeling inadequate?
That if you have no reasons to hate,
that if you have no reasons to resent,
to feel worse or better than the rest,
to feel as if you are so much deeper,
that there would be nothing left?
Might it be that you want to belong,
so you search for where you’re not like them.
Could it be that you want this to last,
so you cut all ties,
because there is safety in despair?