Thoughts spiral in circles, pondering existence
Worrying about what happens, or ignoring fate after darkness…
Is life a vacation from nothingness?
Does my poems of two opposing paths brings more comfort- or less? Could it be- every thought is controlled by languages?
Not the independent -me-
Or is there more than one mindset, can we be freed?
Possibly something has control over what we ponder
Everything may remain mystery after eternal slumber
All we see and feel, illusions -moans of thunder-
Absence of reality, hopeful or hopeless banter?
Purpose connected by wonder…
One day I will discover the truth of the matter
What a feat -was it worth it-
PONDERING EXISTENCE ?
Did I choose this life I’m living in?
Written and Composed by Elixir Michael.