There are no good and evil
But on my shoulders sit two angels
Oblivion and creation
Someone will approve
Either way I choose
Oblivion or creation
And I flatter myself
This brinksmanship
Is a way to touch the infinite
A delightful delusion
Though meaningless
We still have our aesthetics

I trace the labyrinth
To find my own voice
And it rings out: hollow

Could I just disappear?
Once I thought I'd have it all
Now I stand outside this person's work
And weep at its insignificance

When will I meet that timeless self again
Wise and uncaring in Oblivion?

The pull or the drive
Thе war in my mind
Oblivion and creation
Is the divine right
To shapе the rubble mine
Indulge myself in creation
I don't want to write another verse
There was never any truth in words
So I peel back the layers
To find my center — it was never there
Should I just disappear?
Once I thought I'd have it all
Now I stand outside that person's work
And weep at its insignificance

When will I be egoless at last
Undriven by creation?
Careless in oblivion