And just like that, it goes away
This random feeling amid a sea of constant boredom
that sparks that you are a week soul inside
and that you’re truly lost, just like everyone else
when your intentions are mistaken
leading to this ability to drop everything
and to be ok with the end
Is this what one feels when they have their heads in a guillotine?
Or before the onset of slaughter, when animals have their limbs tied down?
Definitely not living the best of it
or even making the best of it