Ennui

So the meaninglessness
The purposelessness
The thought of having no thought
Simply waiting for something to happen
But you no it's not,
Going to be that easy.
I have no idea to do what next.
So do you, don't you.
What if we could escape into,
Another dimension sans time and space.
Where energy is ideas
Where food are thoughts.
That's where I would live.
In the small hut of abstract neuronic vibrations.
In the heat of glowing balls of electrons.
I would sleep in that geborgenheit...
Being into thinking...