Nootropic predilections of the soul intertwine with the lust of my heart into a sea of peace among fools and lost meaning in the hope of it all. What’s an idea but seed of truth based on the delusions of reality subsequently morphing into the meaning of the soul?
A pound of flesh for a flash of glory.
Lost in the meaning of nothing.
It's empty when it never beings nor ends.
Whats that leave us with? Whats the leave us with?
Just dont be yourself.