(But I went a step further than him)
“It doesn’t matter” said Eric,
and I meant it, that’s why I’ve been
ignoring my best friends and didn’t do any
homework last night. I wish you could
convince me that tomorrow meant something,
but every morning there’s nothing and more
than anything I’m tired. So I sleep and I eat and
I keep instant fire, but I don’t think we can get any higher;
so there’s no holes to hide in, when the world transpires,
into the abyss of emptiness;
but I’m not worried, we’ll soon get plenty rest.
Death was supposed to offer us the very best,
but I’m guessing there’s room for some variance.
My world is actually collapsing; I’m not happy,
grab the saran wrapping; I wanted to kill
the dinosaurs, but that’s probably not happening.
I’m not sad either, I have both my families
and there’s no gambling in real love, except fantasies.
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