Nothing matters in the long run. In the long run, we’re all dead. All that matters is what we do now, in the present – how happy we are and how happy we make those around us.
I’m on the main road to nowhere,
Fighting through hell to reach purgatory;
Drowning in shallow waters to swim the seas,
Dreaming of everything and nothing,
Of a future that cannot be.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel,
A mirage of shifting hope;
Mindless lyrics blast through the radio,
Fragmented minds sway to catchy tunes.
All words are but sounds,
All music but noise;
Scratchy lines on cheap paper shouldn’t mean so much.
Looking for meaning in a universe made of brimstone and gas,
You cannot understand things that mean nothing.
What if I tell you that there’s no plan?
That you’re drowning, and no one gives a damn.
What if I tell you that there’s nothing in the long run,
‘Cause, in the long run, we’re all dead.
What if I tell you to give a damn?
‘Cause, no one else ever will.
What if I tell you to shoot the doubts,
There’ll be time enough to pay for your sins
On the main road to nowhere,
You’ll find the answers to everything.
About the author
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.
