You are what the universe needs you to be, does the truth matter?

Doesn’t have to, as the universe is born and dies, so too, do we die each moment, replaced by something else the next,

Always changing, the universe answers our questions, comforts our ego, but does it really matter?

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As long as we do what we have to,

Follow the script, pass the torch, to someone better,

Or maybe they’re worse, in our minds, we could be gods and everything else is dirt,

What does it matter, we are what we need to be, the universe is all the truth it has to be,

If what we needed was ego, it will be satisfied, all for that torch to pass, for your father, to fuck your sister,

It doesn’t really matter,

We’re just filling the void.