Bliss

When money is no object,
Humanity's a crime
The life I'm living now is just eating up my time,
For everything's a question,
There is no space to ask,
Is there any point in looking to the past?

I search the stars for answers but they're just balls of gas,
And staring at the sky is not the way to last,
But looking to above suits me pretty well,
It helps me come to terms with how I'm ignoring Hell

I wonder as a speck if I could ever be seen,
Waking up and knowing this was all the perfect dream,
I don't think I could argue with an existence like this,
In comparison to the alternative it is a simple bliss.