Time is relative, we all know that.
Yet we measure time with a watch
Well, we need to
Do we need to?
Yes.
We need to
Today, tomorrow
What's the difference?
It all feels the same
Lost in a string of days
One after the other
One after the other
At times,
you don't even know what you're waiting for
But you are
You are waiting
That's why we need time
So that we can keep track
Not feel lost
We can hold on to something
Real and stable
And true
Yes.
I need time
I do
But what am I waiting for?
What am I counting down towards?
How do I enjoy now?
If I enjoy now,
Will I know the feeling of enjoyment tomorrow?
The question is old
The question remains
What is the purpose of living?
I know the answer,
Trust me!
I do!
It's about being happy
And doing good things
That maintains the happiness
But the void
The void never goes
Happiness feels like an illusion
When the void enters
Happiness feels
Like a cloudy daze
That clears up
When the void arrives
Then what is true?
The happiness
Or the void
Maybe
Maybe, there is something
The void clears
Clears the world of fake illusion
Fake happiness
But, if that happiness
That I thought was the truth
Got cleared by void
Can that void be cleared?
The void
Can it be taken away
By something
Maybe that's what I'm waiting for
For the void to be taken away
For something true to replace it
Yes.
That's why I'm waiting
That's why I'm keeping track of time
Okay
Breathe
Keep waiting
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The Void
PoetryA poem about our purpose. We know what it's about. But do we really know? The poem is kind of a conversation with myself. Trying to figure out my purpose.
