Would I be as content
if I realized my purpose?
To be told why my existence is so?
To never have a choice
following a predestined path?
Would my eyes glow the same
if I knew the rules to this purposeless game?
Would I not go-
Insane?
Why seek infinite time?
One would be blind to not define
all time as infinite
but is there not a limit?
To comprehend everything
leads to understand nothing
but to accomplish just
some things
ensures we are just like everything else.
Ever so temporary,
I sit and I breath
awaiting the moment
I can no longer
and fall endlessly into the pocket of time
where all is forgotten
with no greater meaning.
We creatures of want
are unsatisfied with anything less than
everything;
To each man
the sun shines on his sunny day;
the bugs bite his skin sharply;
the egg yolk,
from rebellious outbursts of teenage angst,
must be scraped off his car;
those who reside in his home
his neighborhood
his town
his country
his world
are somehow given a relation to him
by him.
How does one man come to posses so much?
Why must everything be in relation to him,
can nothing exist without him?
Without I, all can exist
just as functional as before.
Without you, I can exist
just as happily as I have grown used to.
Our love, a passion I've felt for nobody else,
the one who unlocked who I truly am,
introduced me to my real self,
Is just as disposable as
the plastic fork and unfinished meal
that rot in my weekly Wednesday waste.
My mother and father
sisters and brothers
family and friends
have formed the only life I know
but without them,
I would exist just the same.
Think not this is an excuse for self-indulgence
and rejection of close connections,
Embrace all who reach for your heart
and show each tourist of your mind
a part of which none else have seen.
Roam this world, look not at it as yours
but be the world,
assimilate with existence,
commemorate self
as you would commemorate all else
and let ego, if it is there, harm not mind.