Why am I so serious?
It's because I don't belong here.
Do you know how lonely that is, to not belong?
So then, where do I belong?
I don't know, exactly.
Out there, somewhere.
Maybe in the center of a black hole.
Maybe in a different time, a different place,
Maybe even a different dimension.
But not here.
Why don't I belong here?
Because I don't vibe with this place,
Although I must vibe with it somehow,
Because I'm here.
But I don't really belong... ANYWHERE.
So maybe I really belong... EVERYWHERE.
I've been here. Now I want to go out there.
But then the question remains... What if I don't belong there, either?
Do I just keep moving on... forever?
Maybe eternal movement is the answer.
But even God must rest at some time,
And maybe we are but only It's dreams.
But I belong in the same Reality as God.
Maybe not now, and maybe not here, but I will get there someday.
Perhaps on the day that I die, I'll get there.
Truly, I am so serious because that which I truly long for can never really be.
I just want something I can never have.
And only death can make me forget it.