I was feeling somewhat existential or something.

It was inspired by a mental conversation with someone else.

                           'Nothing New'

Nothing to say
Nothing to think
Nothing to do
Nothing to want
Nothing to feel
Just something to want to want
and not know how to get
Lost in my unknown seek for the unknown lost
or looking for my mind, mindlessly
or searching for my eyes, blindly
or wanting my passion, without the will to regain
or needing a life, without the vitality to act
Ever stirring the grey cognito
fails to resolve its luster
Something between a Catch 22 and a tail spin
like swimming in quicksand
The world isn't a vampire; it's a leech.
or spinning your wheels in a dirt hole
digging your own grave
Ashes to ashes, but smolders first.
of course
No one to blame
There is only circumstance
It all boils down to molecules bouncing around and transferring ionicity
in massive systems infinately subdividing interacting in a particular
way for some perplexing reason, or perplexing that there is no reason
for this universe containing this world that knows abstract reason only
because it works on an abstract level relatively to that of my grey
plastered mind that resolves until it's beyond its natural realm and
everything is just super strings which is not understood for the same
reason it's meaningless but logically is the root of what's meaningful
but means nothing for the pilot on the ground who sees the truth that
doesn't fly and stuff
It's 5:00 anti meridian or amplitude modulation or archive master and I
can't sleep because the ground is too hard
for such a human state as sleep
Parental nagging.
The shell of the human continues to humor some care for the humorous
human standard.
Can't say I don't care
 that I can't sleep
  because I don't care
because the shell cares
 for care
  for the hidden nothing
   inside

-Inhahe
Ngt hena memea nsnothi.