Listless Illusion Speaks to Me

In the darkness I swoon upon the lonely night

There's not much that can be said or done for me

I know not the form of a formless emotion

Though there's no real point in even trying

Yet everything has some kind of situation

Be it nothing be it no reason collected

However there never has been a thing of no fate

Regardless of reluctance it might bait

I'm not really even sure if my ideas are pre-written

For all I know this entire sentence was written before me

Though never quite accepting of opinion

No one feeling can ever be the answer

Yes there's logic and yes there's pain

But what is the true aim of the goal in sight

Or is the goal to aim for the moon

Never a straight shot never a first thought

Breath in and breath out it might just be your last

Cherish your friends they said and I just laughed back

"Worry less about me and more of your own stock"

Never again had she lost another life

Yet the abstract was always in motion