Nothings and nowheres

its cold, and I'm not sure what life is about anymore
the shivering in winter
the sweat of summer
the pain as you turn and walk away
not even acknowledging my existence
maybe, if no one sees me....
there is no point
life is just a continuing stream of nothings
which lead nowhere
perhaps life isn't about anything
people...the idiots that we are
just choose to believe in a reason for being
because otherwise
what's the use in us?
why are we here?
who cares?
we're just here
maybe
there is no reason
and somewhere someone is laughing
...at us, not with us