Older untitled poem

So what is this that’s happening?
Is It something worth venturing?
Or is it this charade
This facade that’s all part of this plague
Its redundant
And quite surely evident
Same shit new day
All we know is what were told
Over and let it all unfold
Nothing will change
From this inevitability
Lie to yourself to prove
that yet again, there’s nothing
You can do
Try to defend
the inevitability
That is everything
It burns in your soul
Trying to show you
It too doesn’t know
Knowing is what we choose to believe
Nothing is something
Unless we can’t see
The unknown is our adrenaline
Its nothing until then
These scars of weaponless endeavors
Is all we have to show of knowing
Those inevitable nevers.