Refined and posted version
After some longer lines and something that rhymes this is the finished version
Meaningless?
What is a man
if not made to love
to give himself
to something beyond his blood?
What is the point
of all that we do,
if meaning dissolves
the moment I lose you?
Why reach for the moon
with trembling hands,
If I have no one
To bring it back to
Why close my eyes
at the end of the day,
if not to find you
where reality fades?
And if none of this
was ever meant to be
then tell me…
what is left of me?
  • Oh what a chokehold you have on me
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