Is it intelligence that burdens me?
Or insanity?

Perhaps the fine line has exploded
Into shards

I could become a fixture
On the walls of nothingness that
Willingly swallow me
This abyss will not say no

What does this all mean? 

Is infinity just an optical illusion?
All the possible answers on this multiple choice
Conflict
But they could all be right
And there is no way to know the difference

You start to feel that the only thing certain
Is the knowledge that you cannot know
Anything for certain

There are too many choices
For each side – an argument
They cannot all be right
And yet they are all right
A fucking paradox

It leaves you treading motionless
Unable to decide a thing

When your emotions
Find out that they are free
They will run with it
They will run around in circles and mazes
Until they check mate all your logic
Spin it into oblivion

How deep could this ocean sink you?
You could stop it if you wanted to
But it speaks the truth
It speaks the truth
At all fucking costs
And then takes over you

By Diana