Pondering, sitting watching the people walk by,
Silently brewing over my existence,
While my thoughts fall apart.

What hurts more?
The lonely existence I call life,
Or the wasted breaths I take?

What if its true that we don’t exist?
What if there exist a sun that never seizes to shine?
What if your eyes don’t shine like a flashlight in the dark?

Pondering, siting watching the people wak by,
Silently brewing over my existence,
While my thoughts fall apart.