What if what I did didn’t matter at all…
What if why I did it was all that mattered…
Now the illusion all makes sense, doesn’t it?
Is this why everything has no explanation?
Just an illusion.
Think of it this way:
I can protest against the corruption of the government I hate,
Or I can protest against the corruption for the people that I love.
I can fight against racism because it is the racists that I hate,
Or I can fight against racism because it is my fellow humans that I love.
I can fuck like rabbits because of the hate I have for myself,
Or I can fuck like rabbits because I simply love sex.
I can read book after book because of the hate I have for stupidity,
Or I can read book after book because of the love I have for wisdom.
I can party all night because I want to escape the life I hate,
Or I can party all night because I want to celebrate the life I love.
I can write all of my poetry because it is the Matrix that I hate,
Or I can write all of my poetry because it is the spirit that I love.
Sometimes these things can be muddied,
And I must move forward in that uncertainty.
I will learn my intentions as I go…
As I don’t know the reasons for everything I do.
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