Every day I slouch at my desk

I write and I write and I write.

Every day I raise my hand high in class

I speak and I speak and I speak.

Every day I lay down in bed

I think and I think and I think.

But for what?

To succeed in a society where the government isnt?

To believe in the future when the present isnt?

To do it for me when I am not?

The reason I write and I write and I write is not for society.

The reason I speak and I speak and I speak is not for the future.

The reason I think and I think and I think is not for me.

The real reason I write and I speak and I think is for nothing.

Nothing is what I think of when I write and I write and I write.

Nothing is what I preach for when I speak and I speak and I speak.

Nothing is what I see when I think and I think and I think.

So tell me why I would do it for anything else, when everything is done for a reason.