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maybe we’re all just fools
fumbling in the dark
after something we think
we want
and maybe we’re all just fools
thinking we can make
some sort of change,
that everything we’re doing
is important,
that life matters at all
and all this fumbling
is for some higher purpose.
and maybe we’re just
kidding ourselves
that the universe really cares,
that its going to make a difference
whether we all live or die.
because i know
when i’m gone the world
won’t stop turning.
and all these fools
will continue their motion,
feeling around for a meaning
to this mess
and convincing themselves
that their pathetic selves
really are part of some
great big board game,
someone’s up there rolling the dice.