do you know...
do you know what it feels like when you have got nothing to say at all?
have you ever felt all you thought you knew equals a needle in the hay?
have you ever felt the nothingness under the stars, the insatiable urgent need to be more than nothing?
somebody to deserve the countless sparkling raindrops falling onto the ground, somebody to deserve the golden shimmer underneath careless feet- golden shimmer you dully named dust?
have you ever wondered about the expedience of your being?
have you ever considered yourself an experiment of nature?
has ever the thought crossed your mind that you just happened to be given the gift of life?
do you know what life means?
do you love life?
what does it mean? you, me, them.
the moon, circling the earth. forever, as it may seem. forever has, forever will.
but what if one day the moon deceases?
what if one day the earth lacks her favourite, her brightest star?
can you make a decision about coincidents?
can you controll chances?
can you count the grains of sand among the shores of the earth?
can you tell what time it is?
does it not depend on where you are and what it is relevant for at all?
does it make sense to be a good earthling?
does it make sense to think logically, act morally, behave peacefully, speak faithfully, feel love and enjoy life?
what do you get out of it?
what does it do to the circle of life?
does it at all?
where is the purpose of asking questions?
who will answer, if not life itself?
will you ever know?
do you dare to live?
do you dare to die?
do you know now why you were given the gift of life by chance?
have you now felt the nothingness under the stars?
and: do you know now what it feels like when you have got nothing to say at all?
*by astrapony, copyright blablabla.
have you ever felt all you thought you knew equals a needle in the hay?
have you ever felt the nothingness under the stars, the insatiable urgent need to be more than nothing?
somebody to deserve the countless sparkling raindrops falling onto the ground, somebody to deserve the golden shimmer underneath careless feet- golden shimmer you dully named dust?
have you ever wondered about the expedience of your being?
have you ever considered yourself an experiment of nature?
has ever the thought crossed your mind that you just happened to be given the gift of life?
do you know what life means?
do you love life?
what does it mean? you, me, them.
the moon, circling the earth. forever, as it may seem. forever has, forever will.
but what if one day the moon deceases?
what if one day the earth lacks her favourite, her brightest star?
can you make a decision about coincidents?
can you controll chances?
can you count the grains of sand among the shores of the earth?
can you tell what time it is?
does it not depend on where you are and what it is relevant for at all?
does it make sense to be a good earthling?
does it make sense to think logically, act morally, behave peacefully, speak faithfully, feel love and enjoy life?
what do you get out of it?
what does it do to the circle of life?
does it at all?
where is the purpose of asking questions?
who will answer, if not life itself?
will you ever know?
do you dare to live?
do you dare to die?
do you know now why you were given the gift of life by chance?
have you now felt the nothingness under the stars?
and: do you know now what it feels like when you have got nothing to say at all?
*by astrapony, copyright blablabla.
