why

Uncontrollable outcomes,
Originate from unknowing beginnings,
Though one neglects to believe that the end of things would be blown out of proportion,
It all ends up wholly consuming them,
Creeps gradually within ones inner self,
And devours every known prior thought or belief,
An entity portrayed as an idol of worship or greatness,
Enters a surreal realm of losing its identity,
Being a corpse with nothing but an aimless shadow,
A follower of this universe of which clones of one another walk among us,
Self worth has been undiscovered as it is now a non-existent trait,
Unknown to some and simply disintegrated by others,
Sometimes, to believe is to have hope,
And I fear,
That hope, will never be enough.