Questions

Looking around I see colors and shapes,

Blurred lines that are supposed to carry meaning,

And yet I feel nothing;

I wonder what their purpose is

And if they lie awake at night, too - 

Questioning this existence,

Searching to fill this hole

That surely can't be growing bigger;

Every time I look down

It seems empty,

Like a black vacuum

Sucking up all my energy:

My hope and purpose - 

I squint as I'm blinded by the Truth,

And what the implications are;

Is there a meaning?

Is there a purpose to all of this?

I seem to have all these questions,

And yet, no answer in sight.