who cares

we are alive because we are alive. research into that is a waste of time because who cares? i will walk the beaten path before me singing my own beats and rhythm, beating my cazon under me clad with guitar. my tunes are for me; they're about the sun moon stars clouds waves apparitions reflections and more. so much more. nature is everywhere for us. moments pass and so do their revelations. the human world doesn't give a shit about human revelations. they never did, they never do and they never will about mine. nature loves me all the fucking time. humans do not. even right now, some of you human readers are wondering 'should i continue reading this'? i don't care. as if you do?