Whatever I Guess

if things have to be real why bother having to feel so much meaning under the sun to living life and having fun the path to feeling sane is to call perfect the profane time burns the world in friction chaining it with addictions does love lie behind surrender or are we all pretenders a thin layer between what's hidden, what's seen what's the use of meaning if meaning is just a mask words to fill the silence questions no one asks to want is to remember to need is to forget the ache of empty longing the comfort of regret until our final breath