Existential Questions

Could the real truth be

That everyone is searching,

Looking for meaning,

Filling our lives with purpose,

To repel the coming night?


And does it matter 

If it’s fear that propels us

To seek a higher

Purpose if we use that drive

To serve not just ourselves?

Existential Questions

There must be more than this endless 

sequential waiting for something good to stumble my way.

Must I be wholly dependent

upon someone else to meet my needs in their own sweet time?

If I should choose to seize contol

of my destiny, would the earth screech to an abrupt halt?

Or would the dark powers that be

Awaken to my defiance, and seek my prompt demise?