Meaningfulness 
Is nothing more than the blue print of an idea 
Gaze through angst and despair 
Or lack thereof, 
And we pretend like something’s there. 
The agony! 
Born in the dark, 
And cursed to be free 
Do words we don’t define 
Cease to exist, and float in the air? 
I’ve lost all faith that there’s a heart inside my chest 
'Cause when you truly give your all, there’s nothing left 
Existence precedes 
Any role I could define 
She whispered that sometimes just being is more than 
I ever could hope for 
Just keep doing nothing. 
I promise you dearest, 
Just being is more than I ever could hope for. 
Just keeping doing nothing.