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Sleep beckons. I could close my eyes and call it a day. Lie down and die – maybe dream Of all that was unaccomplished. But with dreams there comes no guarantee. Compensation for dissatisfaction? Rebuke for procrastination? There might be none, Or some that I might not even remember. Life is meaningless. We are but sparks: destined to fade away. This isn't a game, there are no rules. No prosecution for any infringement. I choose to while away at a make believe game With make believe rules. But I play fair, Lest I should be judged by me. I granted myself the liberty Imparting meaning to my existence. Meticulously building a façade. Filling the void that I was born into. One reckless step and it might all collapse- Life, rules, beliefs- A heap of nothingness at square one. This choice- The liberator from the drudgery of existence- Is the one that binds me. So I force myself to stay awake For a few more hours each night. Trying to get the blocks in place. Convincing myself that what lies ahead is all pleasure. Will it be reward enough For all that I have suffered and lost At my own game?
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Sleep: The Death of Each day's Life
Sleep beckons. I could close my eyes and call it a day. Lie down and die – maybe dream Of all that was unaccomplished. But with dreams there comes no guarantee. Compensation for dissatisfaction? Rebuke for procrastination? There might be none, Or some that I might not even remember. Life is meaningless. We are but sparks: destined to fade away. This isn't a game, there are no rules. No prosecution for any infringement. I choose to while away at a make believe game With make believe rules. But I play fair, Lest I should be judged by me. I granted myself the liberty Imparting meaning to my existence. Meticulously building a façade. Filling the void that I was born into. One reckless step and it might all collapse- Life, rules, beliefs- A heap of nothingness at square one. This choice- The liberator from the drudgery of existence- Is the one that binds me. So I force myself to stay awake For a few more hours each night. Trying to get the blocks in place. Convincing myself that what lies ahead is all pleasure. Will it be reward enough For all that I have suffered and lost At my own game?
#life#death#existentialism
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30/M/Indian
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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