Poetry

I do not know what is going on. Reality collapses, people fade, meaning lost. What once was wasn't, what will be won't be. Looking back on all of that I vanish, oblivion feels like home to me, yet still I'm not fulfilled. I weap and I weap but for no reason and no goal, is there an and to it all? I wish I knew.. What I know now is that I don't know anything not even me. Why all of this then, is it just a mistake or a way to say nothing is everything...