I ponder of something greatMy lungs will fill and then deflateThey fill with fireExhale desireI know it's direMy time todayI have these thoughtsSo often I oughtTo replace that slotWith what I once bought'Cause somebody stoleMy car radioAnd now I just sit in silence
he distracted himself by listening to his car radio, but someone stole it
we distract ourselves from our meaningless by clinging to some idea, some person, some materialistic thing
some became nihilist, some became hedonist, some became slave, some accept religion
dealing with existential crisis
Sometimes quiet is violentI find it hard to hide itMy pride is no longer insideIt's on my sleeveMy skin will screamReminding me ofWho I killed inside my dreamI hate this car that I'm drivingThere's no hiding for meI'm forced to deal with what I feelThere is no distraction to mask what is realI could pull the steering wheel
he got to know that his pride is not inside him but in how he is perceived by others
he now know that he had killed himself in his dreams, just to fit in and now their is no car radio to distract him from this guilt
he is fed up to the point that he even thought of killing himself (pulling the steering wheel)
it is a frightening thought
I ponder of something terrifying'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behindI find over the course of our human existenceOne thing consists of consistenceAnd it's that we're all battling fearOh dear, I don't know if we know why we're hereOh my,Too deepPlease stop thinkingI liked it better when my car had sound
this feeling, this thought is so frightening for him and he can’t suppress these
only thing that is consistent in everybody’s life is that they are constantly battling with their suffering and fear
He wants to stop thinking about this, and just be normal
but ironically, normal is defined by others, and if you dont fit in their template of normal then you are not accepted as normal
He wants to be normal and live in a delusional reality, or does he !
dealing with it
There are things we can doBut from the things that work there are only twoAnd from the two that we choose to doPeace will winAnd fear will loseThere's faith and there's sleepWe need to pick one please becauseFaith is to be awakeAnd to be awake is for us to thinkAnd for us to think is to be aliveAnd I will try with every rhymeTo come across like I am dyingTo let you know you need to try to think
now that you know that life has no meaning, you just accept it
enjoy it or you become delusional just like the majority of people
to have faith is to be awake and think (“I think therefore I am” - Rene Descartes, a cliche quote ik)
the only thing that separates alive and dead is their conciousness, their ability to think
he is dying to let others know about what he just discovered, and force them to think, as it liberated him