We talk about nothing like it's something,
create drama so our lives won't be dull.
Then when the real problems arise we can't speak them,
Afraid that if we do they'll start to take a toll.

What even is the point of this story?
What is the point of our lives?
What's the meaning of this allegory?
Is it that we've lost our minds?

Why can't life just be like a storyline,
With a plotline and a predetermined breaking point?
Why can't we step out of time,
And find a place where everything makes sense and never disappoints?

Well welcome to nonfiction,
What is your addiction?
Surely everyone has a vice.

Do not trust these words I've spoken,
Know that everything is broken,
but always somehow we're alright.

Welcome to nonfiction.
Where life is just a thing and there is no plot device.