Random Thermal Energy

There is a land full of dust,
Swirling and shifting in the air,
Drifting along its random path,
Following the light home.

There is a mind full of thought,
Full of store-bought memories,
Yellowing mental photographs,
Of moments that are gone.

There is a page of words,
It's so absurd, it doesn't say a thing,
They just came together,
But they don't really belong.

There is a song full of life,
Made of made up words,
Full of sound and fury,
Singing about nothing.

There is a heart full of tatters,
Shattered and huddling in the wind,
Uncaring and oblivious to food, love,
It's all a bunch of bullshit, he says.

Moments that are gone,
Don't really belong.
It's all a bunch of bullshit,
Singing about nothing,
Trying to follow the light home.

Dig?