existential anxiety
Why me?
How and why so me?
Why is this my destiny,
What is this meant to mean to me?
So why me,
Why is this my set destiny?
Why do I get to think and dream for the future,
If time is stuck in a consistent nature?
Time and you cannot race,
Time is set at its own pace.
Past is set where it was meant to be,
So tell me why,
Why is it me?
Why is it me who thinks freely,
But there is no freedom in thinking freely.
No freedom in this world,
You promised me
That one day, somehow, I will be set free.
But set free where exactly?
Time does not handle freedom perfectly.
Stuck in a clock, round we go in its cycle,
A clock has a destiny,
The hour hand always comes and goes, 2 to 3.
So why exactly,
Why work hard if time's already set expectedly?
What does it mean to be able to change your future,
Are you changing the future, or was it always meant to be?
You said I would be set free,
But where is the freedom in being in a cycle?
(This poem is meant to investigates the struggles of people who have existential anxiety. If this is not accurate, please inform me.)
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