Being.
Simply
being.
Awareness
of being.
Consciousness
of being.
Why?
Why being
at all?
Luck of
the draw?
Decisions
made by
ancestors?
Lineage
to now,
nothing
more?
Merely
thinking
animals,
designed
to fade
away?
Plan.
Perhaps
a plan.
Eternal
existence.
Always
was always
will be?
All mapped
out for a
purpose?
Purpose
beyond
comprehension?
Playing a
part in the
grand
scheme
of things?
Acting out
a role?
Who’s
to know?
Who’s to
know for
sure?
No one!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
or nothing, even...
Well, since that's all sorted and finalised
and meaning rendered defunct: what next?
A bit of world conquering, for old times sake?
Its easy now: we just press a bid red button
and see, who blinks - last, at first sight
of that collective nihilistic eclipse
we so fervently, covet...
or maybe, instead
we try something new, a little less dramatic
and just, say thanks with that very breath
we've been blessed,
think more about maximising
this blink-brief experience
we deign to call: existence...
(there's something about your delivery in format and wording
that engages people, drills into them - every time)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thank you kindly LBM
True words John, we do not know where we will end up but if we make the right choices we can end up in a wonderful place.
Andy
So true Andy and that’s the trick. Choices, decisions self inflicted future. Thank you for reading JP
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