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