I've wondered,
since the day I became a conscious being.
Wondered,
shall these humans matter,
to me?
Shall I matter,
to me?
Oh,
to be this constantly consuming being.
Constantly,
walking.
Constantly,
talking.
Constantly,
being.
Need I be?
Need I,
see this,
tomorrow?
This,
next week,
year?
Need I,
care?
Crumbs seem to clutter the air.
As if,
there existed,
this being making a meal,
out of my misery.
This being,
consuming every inch of my energy.
Leaving me,
nothing but,
fragments of existence.
Nothing,
but,
time absent attention.
Nothing,
But,
the absence of intention.
What shall one seek,
within such an existence?
Wonder,
I do,
whilst I exist as this,
nothingness.
This physiological entity.
This animal,
tethered to,
the simplicity of surviving.
Wonder,
shall one,
forever be a slave?
A slave,
to natural tendencies?
Shall one,
deem oneself,
that of,
a mindless beast?
Absent,
the ability to be controlled?
To forever be,
absent a mind that thinks?
A mind,
which seeks?
Am I to be,
forever absent me?
©yungb123
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