Why does everyone talk so much

And say those things

And speak that way

Worlds away

And worlds that make no sense

Like a shadow in a cave

That you take to the grave

Or some other fond notion

Say, “Alas, Poor Yorick”

Or some other somber something

A petty comfort to those you do not know

And those that don’t speak

And those with lives beyond you

And those who are

More

More

More

More

And everyone has been more since antiquity

And you are not the first and you will never be

Be

Be

Be

The last

So just be be be be be be

Until you can be no more

Until you are a voice in someone else’s head

Until you’re an idea of you in another just like you

And the “you” you thought you were ceases to

be