It makes no sense,
It follows no scheme,
It has no reference,
What does it mean?

It has no clear patterns,
It follows no true code,

Does anything truly matter?
It is impossible to know.

The nature of life,
The truth behind one,
Is nothing but strife,
When all is said and done.

Yet the tick and the tock,
On the clock on the wall,
Marks when death begins to knock,
When all begins to fall.

Life falls apart,
Life finds a way.
People drift apart,
People are swayed.

Words hold great power,
Yet is power even real?
Power changes by the hour,
Does it truly mean anything to feel?

My mind is malformed,
My brain, defective.
People, uninformed,
Me? I lack direction.