An Existential Curiousity

Dragging out the thoughts and ideas Intent on an inquisition of my very soul The "why" as likely as the "why not" Introspection so intense as to nullify Any point in being even if it were found Spending my time looking inward Whilst all time is frittered away The answer awaits on my death bed Where I mutter of the wasted life Looking for meaning in an empty room A random collection of cells Find stillness, haze and crisis To look is not to find Lost in a hall of mirrors My changing shape must be understood I study each form meticulously Until the circus moves to the next town Then no more mirrors, just memory If I could crystallise what I wish to know I'd laugh out loud There is no meaning behind shifting form How clever to know that I waste my time Waiting for the circus to return For the answers on my inner self lie there The travelling circus folk I seek Again I laugh Seeking nonsense in the least likely places What of time ticking on I'm on a mission 20th December 2022 An Existential Curiousity Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Awarded 2nd place