felt so empty, so i wrote a poem

how do you empty a mind that feels like a loaded gun?
and how do you fill a soul that feels like an empty glass?
it's strange how ironic i've become,
knowing too much and yet understanding nothing
but i never asked to make sense of it all
i never wanted truths that cut their way in
and i don't need the weight of knowing.

i think about that cloud i used to lie under,
places i know i could never go back to.
was it me who was stupid enough to let go?
or was it me who was too clever to remember?

it can be as foolish as it sounds,
but what matters truly is that things start falling into place
when those things begin losing their meaning,
like a lonely drifter with no idea what it's all for,
but what matters to them is they're doing it.

blank stare, soulless body, oversensitized mind,
am i close enough to figure things out?
or is it too far for me to even hit the ground?