Tell Me Of Your Conscious

How so this exist just for me Tell me of your conscious What’s all so clear in this matter you call your mind I’m free in this, as it is all mind All conscious thoughts of a truth I seek Of a reason for all of this Of the purpose of my existence I asked myself – tell me of your conscious What worth is it to anything that is To me especially No matter left, no matter right, nowhere I end up Same place, but worse because I’ve been here before I know it all too well I say hey you, ya me, tell me of your conscious It is of no matter to me anymore For I see no sense in it No reason for the worth it is meant to be of meaning to me I was wrong to believe otherwise all that I dreamed All that I imagined All that I did There is no free will after all it seems This is the most freeing thought I’ve ever had The only belief that makes any sense No free will tells me everything of your conscious Of me especially Tell me of your conscious It is but the least free of all