There Is No Road

There is no road. Just meaninglesss and shapeless pebbles, blocks, pieces.

You , I and all forms. There is no path, there is no goal, there is no destiny.

We created it all, in our head, fed by waves and thoughts, of fools, bigger and better, older and rotting,in graves, in dreams, inside.

There is no life, there is no death, there is no fear, there is no existance, there is no puzzle, there is no mystery.

There are no elements, there are no visions, there are no eyes. We dont see, there is no road.