Isn't it perfect that
life is just a stream of X's and O's?
Each one blocking out the other as they go.
Doesn't it just makes sense
that all that we see in front of us are
cancellations, one after the other?
It's a string of blackout-poetry,
and we didn't know that all the words we obscured
and covered up contained the original meaning of life.
Haven't you wondered if it was true
that who you are is just replaced
moment by moment with someone else?
And this abstract version of things
that you're trying to understand is just
an infuriating game of cat's
that no one seems to be able to win.