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for the longest time my creed has been
to face the meaning of life if I don't feel alive
after so many failed assumptions and reckless attempts
in that pursuit, I think I have begun to understand
a more fundamental truth that there is no
point to living even if you pretend to be alive
a simpler solution to this existential pollution is to just
survive and strive to not lose touch with
the expectations bombarding yet this even leaves such a hollow
void of substance as to be more meaningless
then the previous failed perceptions
listfully we glance at this sliver of transience
through some kind of transcendence
but the cost seems to be giving up what I originally strived for
leaving me with some new infinite question
what is the point then of living if I'm not alive?
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