Analysis of Life
What am I doing here?
What is this?
I see stuff around me
I have no idea what created everything
I don't know what I am doing here
What game this is?
What test this is?
What are these people really like?
Are they real?
Do they feel the same way?
Sometimes I want out of this
Sometimes the interest keeps me going
People come and go
Some show up and disappear
As quickly as they came
Some come in the spring
Some in the fall
But they disappear just the same
Broken thoughts spring up
I can't fix them
I have tried everything
I learn to live with them
They break me
But I will have to live with
them the rest of my life
Every morning is a struggle
The same fears haunt me everyday
The evenings aren’t much better
Anger, isolation and envy my only friends
I wish I were someone else
What is consciousness?
Why do humans exist?
Why does the universe exist?
What happens when we die?
Are we immortal?
Is consciousness and life an illusion?
Are we real?
I hope someday to find out
I won't rest until I do
I regret some things
I have hurt others
They say I may be beaten
But I know that I’m not broke
I will rise again
Copyright © Josh Carlsen | Year Posted 2019
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