Interrogating Existence
How do you think
When time is progressively speeding on within your brain
How do you breathe
When the clock's quickened ticking is your own heartbeat
How do you move
When your piercing thoughts accelerate faster than a train
How do you know what is real
How do you know if anything is real
Perhaps it is impossible to truly know what is real
Whether the world is as seems
Or whether the world is in fact a carousel
Or something much more surreal
In this enigmatic mess of both existent and fraudulent realities
In this labyrinth of unanswerable questions
Is there a chance that somewhere in this indecisive and frail life
Hidden beneath a fig tree
Is the answer to one question
A question that if answered might set me free
The question is this:
Am I real
Or am I a clock
A simple creation
Humanity both hates and loves
A thing maintaining order in this world's frenzy
An object seeming to stabilize the chaos of reality
Moreover, perhaps it is wise consider this:
What is time
But another way to deceive you into having peace of mind
Henceforth, I detest that once sought freedom knowing this:
When all things are within your reach
What reason do you have to exist
Why live without a dream to pursue
When you have done everything you have aspired to do
In the end, I decide it is preferable to lose
This interrogation of existence
Has done nothing but prove
This very concept is likely to be true:
A life full of questions is preferable to an existence absent of ambition
Interrogating existence is nothing but a fruitless mission
Or maybe it is yourself to whom you must always ask these unanswerable questions.
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13 Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written over the past few years. Each poem is paired with a piece of my artwork. Please don't steal or take credit for any of my artwork. More or my art can be seen on my tumblr @edge-impulse2 Or at my instagram accou...
