AN: ^^; I feel so guilty. My inspiration is being sucked dry by my original novel project, so all I can put out is poetry- which seems to be so hollow and devoid of entertainment as compared to real stories or fanfiction. I really hope I'm not disappointing- well, whoever considers me much of a writer.

But anyway, about this. *sweatdrop* It's a bit depressing… No, I don't think I'm the one saying this. It's my second piece of work inspired by 'post-series blues'… Or rather, in this case, 'post-fanfic blues'.

But enough with my rambling, ne? Onto the poem- at least, I think that's what to call it.

Life is short, so live it to the full.

Why, though?

Does it matter?

Does anything matter?

You're born, you live, you die. That's all.

No more.

It's rather funny, actually. We humans are so caught up in our own existences that we don't realize how truly pointless our lives prove to be.

I mean, look at it. You can live your life however you want, but it doesn't matter in the long run, does it?

When you're dead, you're dead.

Whatever you've done will dissolve oh-so-effortlessly into the sea of time; washed away by the currents of change.

People are insignificant. It's a fact.

We are insignificant, all of us. There's no point for us to live. The only thing that keeps humans alive is the false pretense that their lives are actually worth something.

Without that pretense, no one would be here. No one would be living their lives out to the fullest, at least.

What's the point?

What's the point of it all?


We are insignificant.

We are expendable.

Our lives hold no value in the great scheme of anything.

Why live? Why learn? Why love?

No matter which path you take, death just waits at the end.

And then you only exist in a brief period of memories before being whisked away forever.

Lost in nothingness.