Sensorium

Chance doesn’t exist, but the path of life is not, totally so predestined. Time and chronology, show us how all should be, in the ways of existence, to find out why we are here. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small. But life's objective, is to make it meaningful. Only searching for this, that which doesn’t exist. Although our ability, to relativize remains unclear. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. Every answer, contains a new quest. A quest to non-existence, a journey with no end. I’m not afraid to die! I’m afraid to be alive, without being aware of it. I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to, waste all my energy in things, that do not matter anymore. Our future has already been, written by us alone. But we don’t grasp the meaning, of our programmed course of life. We only fear what comes, and smell death every day. Our future has already been, wasted by us alone. And we just let it happen, and do not worry at all. Our future has already been, written by us alone. But we don’t grasp the meaning, of our programmed course of life. We only fear what comes, and smell death every day. Search for the answers, that lie beyond. Being conscious, is a torment. The more we learn, is the less we get. Every answer, contains a new quest. A quest to non-existence, a journey with no end.