I am Whatever

I am whatever
I am whatever
breath in, this is reality
just like a flying stone,
it will hit the ground
space is an after like
where rocks float on.
Food is practically shit
put in a presentable form,
just like tears
they are full of it.
Life is simple we die
I am whatever
Isolated in the numbers of years
we believe in illusions or what they call feelings.
Broken glass spill blood.
I am whatever.
Clock ticks a 360,
a routine we play in our minds,
everyday 360.
I am whatever.
Specs of air we are
with wind, we fly, with trends.
A life style.
Until we are disposed,
life is suicide
pollution, wars, illnesses.
Corruption.
and I remain
Whatever