Where is it that I am going?
Do you know where this path leads, I ask random strangers;
A shrug, a bewildered expression, kind faces, all I get;
My unanswered question encourages me to take the path I know not;
Almost nearing the end, I find the start was wrong; it's the journey that matters;
I still don't know where I am gonna go, it simply matters not anymore!
-
Author:
krishnag (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2023 13:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Existential questions always played hide & seek with me...
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
Offline)
Comments2
A state of bliss.........?
(me too, existential is an extension
of tension free existence, I think
and yet
it's mere introduction, for contemplation
adds layers to my anxieties
a paradox of betwixt
squeezed between enlightened
and deflated, seeking meaning
without yet learning: living...)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.