Here’s the vig where nihilism is concerned. You have to learn to live with unanswered questions.
Because, the answers don’t matter any more than the questions.

Nonetheless, here I am.
Bowl in hand.
A lil orange fire flares up every time I want to forget.
It’s become my truth
My only truth

Oh woe is the heart that is denied that which would give it a reason
Hath thou discovered my will I mighteth made the season
Tis not to be this mystery, this bane of loneliness
Exceeds my grasp, just out of my class, forever in distress

You’d think by now I would have thought to myself to consider whatever you’re thinking.
Really I would, the truth is you see, that I may have or might have been drinking.

It could have been then, it’s for sure right now, and I’ll probably be high tomorrow.
There is no balm, suffer me not, for I’m nothing if not sorrow.

Stars are like glowing snowflakes that have yet to fall. Now show me your *****.

I guess there’s not much more to me than what I say to you
Butchered words, arranged just so, to make you think they’re true

Fact remains, it’s not just me, it’s me just as I’m not
Charred, broken, underwhelmed, and hiding what I’ve wrought

So here I am to try my best and make you feel what I can’t
Drinking whiskey, packing bowls, and penning out a rant

I think back to when I just assumed I’d be ok
And I smile to myself
Staring into the sun from my brittle nest of dead leaves
He would have bet you a dollar that things would surely work out
That there’d be a day when he’d know what it’s like
To be warm

I’m going to write you a poem
This one is just for you
It’ll be yours to have and hold
And I promise you it’s true

I can rest my eyes upon a thousand setting suns
The dressings of fire and water splayed across an ethereal landscape
Each one a symphony unto its own in splendor
And with the conviction of a hurricane
The only ones I’ll remember
Are the ones I watched with you