Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Poem - Worth


To help a world that rejects help.
To move with people that forever-moves opposingly.
To live a life many have lived.
To die a death that changes nothing.
Why forward, when backwards ' stagnant ' and
    inexistent is just as affective ?!
True value lies in eternal, but mortality evaporates
    any delusive-value that has ever existed.
Is existence just another delusion ?