I wish I could be happy
Freeborn and careless
Without trouble and pain
A seemingly simple desire
But I've ceased to feel, to care
If elation has ever existed
It's never come my cursed way
Am I without a soul?
Is being human not my existence?
To be alive and love
Is it all just a mere illusion?
The planet spins around
That men walk upon
Not realizing that they are all dead
Bold pioneers of hopeless universe
Am I just what they call "different"?
Or do I choose to see what is true
A realization that few accept:
We all are all empty inside
Without heart or mind
Serving at the will of random chance
Playing in the game only known as