Existential Crises

It can’t be a midlife crises

Expiring at fifty two

I hope I have something to offer

to you

What to present the world?

What value to bring to your life?

What gifts may I wrap?

What is the significance?

The purpose behind the living?

The light in the shadows?

The godhead becoming?

Finding meaning and purpose

A life quest

Dead in the grave

What shall I leave behind?

To be or not to be?

Am I or am I not?

To live or to not?

There are many robots

Is it enough to be a good person

Nice to all that you can be?

Is it enough to live every day to its fullest

To have a worth while experience every minute?

Is it enough to understand?

There truly is no point?

The universe is not personal?

Is god truly dead?

Or are we the aged and decrepit?

Unable to feel

Too fat to swim

To hooked to move

I am a blip

So fast yet infinite

Is there an echo?

Pain and pleasure

Disgust and beauty

Damage and revitalization

I hope I didn’t wound you

Asserting existence

The land of should

Has fallen away

The dragon has been cut

Its scales shed

The camel births a lion

Falling down

Up and sideways

Drowning into

The bright center

Is there a difference between

Destiny and catastrophe?

Is it that individual?

Or is it reflection?

Narcissistic manifestation

I can’t stand hypocrites

I pray to god

I am to deaf to hear an answer

Teach me how

To be like you

Follow every rule

Bursting bubbles in the hall

With no room to hear the fall

Can you help me?

I am not my wear

I am not my body

My body is the temple

Of my essence

If you are to judge me

Judge me by my smile

The brown glair of my being

If I am to judge you

I hate to judge you

I am a hypocrite