The words died on your lips
No voice not lost
In the deafening silence
Nothing felt
For those empty promises
Forgoing Inevitability
Finding that reason
Reason to bleed
The human condition in it’s enormity
Nothing left to say
When every word
Lost in the maelstrom
No matter this number
Of words written or spoke
Give meaning to emptiness
Experiencing in
100 years
What could be found in 30
Best time to live
With every advantage
Never to do anything worthy of recollection
With such small a world
So few are special
None unique
Information
Does not a wise man make
Wonderland rubrics
When all competition is a neighbor
Paradox 