These prompts make no sense anymore They have been around for so long That they don't hold the same meaning anymore And the words become jumbled and wrong Putting pen to paper as an act of discipline But lacking every atom of inspiration Forging on despite wearing thin Not waiting for sporadic motivation
These words are piled up on each other Burdened by the weight of yet another Sentence and paragraph yearning to be read With curious eyes wanting to be tread But in the corner and caged are they Long forgotten like the tales of fey Gathering dust untouched even by the wind Result of a grievous tsundoku sin
There is only one way to experience bliss Such a state of being in this world exists Mudita is the path to such a joy Don't be fooled by propaganda ploy
It may be the end of our time
It may have lead to end of the line
But this circle will repeat
Once again it will be beat
But until that fortuitous time
We will brave the storm hold the line
Spread far the word with our feet
Once again in a year we'll meet
This is the only condition
That matters for the human
The only method of attrition
That works on any human
Defeat is but unknown to them
Destruction their only bane
Toil not in torturing them
For that is effort in vain
Let there be a self hypnosis
One that delves deep within
Peeling back layer by layer of self
Like a dream within a dream
It is the truth of lack of self
An inception buried and hidden
Embrace it to achieve Apotheosis
These prompts make no sense anymore They have been around for so long That they don't hold the same meaning anymore And the words become jumbled and wrong Putting pen to paper as an act of discipline But lacking every atom of inspiration Forging on despite wearing thin Not waiting for sporadic motivation
These words are piled up on each other Burdened by the weight of yet another Sentence and paragraph yearning to be read With curious eyes wanting to be tread But in the corner and caged are they Long forgotten like the tales of fey Gathering dust untouched even by the wind Result of a grievous tsundoku sin
There is only one way to experience bliss Such a state of being in this world exists Mudita is the path to such a joy Don't be fooled by propaganda ploy
It may be the end of our time
It may have lead to end of the line
But this circle will repeat
Once again it will be beat
But until that fortuitous time
We will brave the storm hold the line
Spread far the word with our feet
Once again in a year we'll meet
This is the only condition
That matters for the human
The only method of attrition
That works on any human
Defeat is but unknown to them
Destruction their only bane
Toil not in torturing them
For that is effort in vain
Let there be a self hypnosis
One that delves deep within
Peeling back layer by layer of self
Like a dream within a dream
It is the truth of lack of self
An inception buried and hidden
Embrace it to achieve Apotheosis