Existentialism

Existentialism//:

I think

Therefore,

I am,

And so I must matter—

If even just to oneself.

Existence precedes essence,

It watches the conscious self

Wander idly into traffic,

Whist it sips its drink

And ponders mortality.

The Absurd, my authentic

—a certainty that all is madness.

An insanity that will continue

Until the (presumed) finality of death

Transports us to what is next;

Wearing the face of a door

When before us stands the reality

Of absolutely nothing more.