The Ownle: Noise

Is a treeless forest a forest?
Does a handicapped brain not fade?
Can’t percive if life is a sketch
Or truly so timelessly crazed
If you go, go all the way to the end
Creep over yourself, like a coward descend
Striving carefully for nothing
Bored in silence as the only noise
I yawn low, I yearn slow
I believe and I think and regret
What? — Doesn't make any difference
Stop, leave it, unfinished path
This meaningless perfect lifespan
Leave scared as the one who knows less
Return less than incomplete, featureless