Drowning in Existence
Existence is like waiting for something to happen
But what if I wait and wait and wait and boom!
Nothing happens?
Do I have the right to say I exist?
Is there even the concept of rights,
In an ocean where there seemingly is no end?
Where there is not up nor down
And if the ocean is all around me and within
Am I drowning in the so-called existence?
To exist is to participate in reality
But if I’m drowning in a void that forbids any breath
If my presence is as invisible as air
And my screams are met with a silence like death
Am I existing or am I just…there?
To exist is to take up time
But what if its seemingly endless?
Does time ever have an end?
And if it ever ends, and I along with it,
does that mean I ever existed?
If I’ve led a life of happiness or sorrow,
Does it truly matter if there is no morrow?
Inevitable like the visit of Thanatos
If it all comes crashing down like waves at sea
Was there ever an existence of me?
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