Do not come to me for words of kindness
I have none to offer, nothing to share
Do not seek me for guidance, I am more lost than you are
I wander, but I know there are no answers
No guidelines for life
All you have is your stupid voice, in the back of your head
“End the agony,”
It’s amusing to me, I know not if it’s for you
I await the sweet Release of death
Whenever it graces me with tenderness.
My Godot is lost too, maybe we would be stuck under the tree
So no asking for help, no seeking the higher path
There is nothing beyond, nothing beyond today.