Don't Ask Me

[infectedmushroom]

I have no more honesty
I know that it's fake
I have no more conviction
No more will to express it
I have no more hope,
Yet no more hope in despair
I can know no more than any other
I can't know anymore than myself.

I don't want to be no one
Yet I don't want to be somebody
I don't care about impressing
But I care about impressions
When I can't make sense of anything,
I sense I can't make anything
I look back at my life
And wonder what it's for.

The universe, it loves me
When I don't love the universe
Humanity, it bugs me
Yet I am one of the bugs.
I feel tired,
when I contradict myself
I feel tired
By myself's contradictions.
I know they're for some purpose
But I don't know what they're for.