poetic narcotics for a closet nihilist

Dizzy

Born from the dirt,
I am dizzy on my feet,
dizzy when I lie down, but I
have no choice.
Down I go, to hit my head,
Are they sad?
Of course they are, but should they be?
Relevance of a soul is irrelevance of a body.
It goes against my thinking.
Yet I can't help but feel different
Comforted in the fact that,
Relevance of a soul will negate my fears
Irrelevance of a body will align with my ideals
Confusion will explain.