The world had taken on an unusual feel;
it didn’t really seem to be there;
instead, it seemed to be almost surreal;
twas a reality devoid of where.
How could anything possibly matter;
all things; destined to be thin air?
Life had become about useless chatter;
played before others, no longer there.
What did it matter; one’s mentality;
nothing was meant to remain?
How did learning relate to reality;
if it never became germane?
Why should we build a house in the city;
and then marry the love of our life;
regarding the deaths of the young with pity;
till faced with the death of a wife?
This world’s not about happily everafter;
we’ll leave it when its season is past;
nor is it about either tears or laughter;
for nothing about it will last.
We’re not deeply sorry when we finally hear;
that the old one room schoolhouse is gone;
it’s served its purpose; we’ve nothing to fear;
for our lives, through our souls will live on.
The closer we come to discovering the truth;
the greater the sense of purpose we feel;
discovering the illusions from our early youth;
and that this so called reality is unreal.