Pointless existence
caught some where between
wanting to be
and ceasing to exist.
Each day seems more like
An imagining.
Who am i,
but these the thoughts
And restless energy.
Days when I am tired
Surrendering to death
So sleep indefinite.
I would come back better
Cleaner than before.
Be a new imagining
Yet who am i,
These thoughts,
This restless energy.
I expend at the plight of my desire
Edging toward meaningful attatchments.
And this is what I make.
Caught in between
Pointlessness
And purpose.
Yet who am I
These thoughts
Or this restless energy.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
Pointless existence
caught some where between
wanting to be
and ceasing to exist.
Each day seems more like
An imagining.
Who am i,
but these the thoughts
And restless energy.
Days when I am tired
Surrendering to death
So sleep indefinite.
I would come back better
Cleaner than before.
Be a new imagining
Yet who am i,
These thoughts,
This restless energy.
I expend at the plight of my desire
Edging toward meaningful attatchments.
And this is what I make.
Caught in between
Pointlessness
And purpose.
Yet who am I
These thoughts
Or this restless energy.
