Nothing

We go to where we were as children Grass stains on our trousers and bruises on our knees Talking about things that didn't exist, nothing to guide us or preconcieved You may try and put reason to things And you may try and find some kind of end conclusion But in the end, nothing really matters And maybe on day, I'll feel that way You know, the way I did And it'll make my day, I swear it will To feel like that once again Look at a photograph, you just see a face No thoughts, feelings, or indication of what took place Just lept to interpretation, human error Constant misinformation And you may try and look deep within yourself and find something that Aligns with your way of thinking, aligns with your way of living But in the end it's life around you that you'll take something from, not yourself And it all means nothing Maybe on day I'll find what we as people call meaning And I'll find some kind of sense of worth Amidst the piss and shit I see To find reason and meaning without struggle To find conclusion and end result You got all these meanings and different things in life and put it all together What do you have? Absolutely nothing