Who were we then?
When did we begin?
Why did we worry?
Where did we end?

It was nothing.
It was everything.
It was our life.
It was our death.

Why did we go?
Why did we wander?
Why did we starve?
Why were we naked?

Who knows?
Who cares?
Who wants?
Who needs?

Is it all bullshit?
Is it all truth?
Is it all fantasy?
Is anything real?

The desert of life?
The rhythm of song?
The slither of a snake?
The empty ocean?

Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to be.
Nobody listens.
Nobody answers.