Built on Stilts

i feel i have been built
on stilts
like a tipsy water tower
in rough winds

filled with water
like emotions
dirty blue
5 feet 3 inches deep
about to spill

i could take a step forward
but it is easier to go
back

call me
COWARD

i can submit
to the drag
of a polar world
that looms just
beyond
the paper thin
door before me

life is a maze
a complicated maze
convincing me
no one and I mean
no one
ever finds
the true end

the end is only the
metaphor
for MEANING

What is the MEANING
of this life?
WHO AM I?
WHO ARE YOU?
WHY ARE WE HERE?

the idea that
happiness is not
always in the air
we breathe
is a suffocating
thought…

ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?

now it is my turn
to babble like
an inconsequential
behavior existentialist
the difference being that
i know
and
i understand
that i have fallen victim
to existential obstacles…

despair
angst
alienation
absurdity
and
the worst of all…

BOREDOM

acceptance of situations
beyond my control
allows me to realize
i am no better
than anyone else…

even while i pursue
my own life meaning
as i try to live passionately

and sincerely

i know what i am not…
unlike so many people
and
i accept what i am
unlike so many people
and like so many people
i still search for meaning

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