The world in itself is not rational
It is right for me, but it is not right for you
Themes that we see in early thought
Isolation, alienation, angst, and dissolution
Spending our entire lives trying to do something
Yet it still only ends in death.
Spinning, spilling, sliding through the years
I can’t remember what was written
I thought they were promises of equality
There are no certainties
You are you
But your purpose will ultimately result in death.
Other people’s perspectives
They shape you
Again to be lost in death.
There’s no absolute good or evil
Attitudes of freewill
Or what was once freewill
Wrong choices or right
Ultimately the same outcome
The ultimate price