Who am I to question
The purpose of us all
For I'm a simple grain
Of sand on a beach
Blending in with others
And speaking to those
Who surround me
Who am I to doubt
The things I've spent
Years believing in
My whole existence
In question in the
Blink of an eye
Like what happens
When I do die
Because I'm young
But death is random
Am I blessed or
Am I just lucky?
It's funny when I
Fear death but half
Of me thinks it will
Set me free
The other half
Questions reality
And what that thing
Really means
And it's currently
Twenty after midnight
And my brain
Is asking questions
Because humans
Thrive on certainty
But nothing is certain
YOU ARE READING
Conscious
PoetryThis contains the random thoughts of a college student. Brace yourselves for depressing weirdness.
