I’m just a simple minded girl
with good intentions hoping
that there’s more to this.
We are all insignificant specks,
so in the grand scheme of things,
none of this matters or ever will.
Everything will be forgotten.
Except for maybe your life partner
and if you’re so lucky as to reproduce.
Our teenage years are going to
become fuzzy memories with
My good intentions mean nothing.
No matter how much I do or don’t,
it’ll all end.
I can’t stop it.
Being a good person
won’t grant me the super powers
I’ve long dreamed of,
and as it shows,
it won’t make me any less lonely.
We are all drifting in our own
minds, separated by realities.
I’m depressed. And if you asked,
I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about.
I am entirely consumed with
theories, goals, and the Apocalypse.
Try to snap me out of it.
I’m going for “mind soul and zen.”
Smash mouth said that.