The inconsequential is not such when afforded consequence
Driven by Trepidation and Irrationality, two complicitly malignant drivers
Symbiotically hurtling along unpaved and unmarked highways searching out a nirvana of disfunctionality
Their destination everywhere but nowhere in particular, with passing scenery littered with misunderstanding
And in the distance rises a roadblock built upon short supplied nuggets of faith unevenly stacked
Manned cautiously by Humanity and Benevolence
Quietly hopeful but wearied by the sudden, early retirement of Empathy
The outcome uncertain but the fact that one will come to pass as certain as the passing of time
A landscape of resigned acceptance that what will be will be even if it means nothing really is
But the stoic remains stoic