Dancing the thin line between reality and fantasy, A minuet fitting to one's thoughts, A worrisome endeavor for the threat Of Madness. The echoing memories of laughter Resonate from your breast, Mocking the truth of what never is, And what may ever be. Laugh as one may laugh, Though at nothing in particular, At the nothingness of life, For enlightenment reveals arcane secrets. Nihilism, truly a dreadful thing, Devours sanity with despair, For to those we pray simply laugh And turn the other cheek. May we never suffer such a revelation, Though I fear we have And no other is sane... Save for those who never were.
