A Fool's Errand

I know that I can search for the truth, and the truth isn't in my eyes but in the eyes of the beholder, and the beholder is Death. There is no happy ending, not one I can believe in. Nothing can convince me of a meaning of life that every human searches for, for we spend our lives staving off death only to discover that everything was meaningless. What is purpose but the purpose of burden, a burden of fleshy bodies that ache and minds that torture us. We are all ill with hope and we all want our dreams to exist, but the reality is that dreams are dreams. Dreams are in the subconscious, they are places we are not meant to see; they are recreations of a world through a distorted lens. And we are fools on an errand while the clock ticks by, and only the few who can hear it know life is for the sole purpose of existing.

©2022 Shane Blackheart