When It Makes No Sense

First point makes no sense, trying to find the sense
Found nothing, yet nothing
Research is going on, still going on
Not stopping soon, no soon.

Questions, no solutions
No collective solution exist, only individual solution exist
This solution is unknown, no prediction
All random, experience is random.

They developed a script, meaningless script
Mindlessly following, mindlessly accepting
Governed by fear, internal fear
Lost script is winning, new existence is losing.

Chaos is building, humans are building
Too high, once low now high
Choices, all choices
Ruined existence, this random existence.

World became small now, stretched thin now
Worry is winning, calmness is losing
That time arrived, too much meaninglessness arrived
Feeling is tense, when it makes no sense.