Existential Crisis

[spacewhistler]

It’s a sudden thought that crosses your mind
as you go about your life, wandering.
It hits you like a ton of bricks, only to find
that you don’t even know why you exist.

It’s that horrifying thought of not getting anywhere
because you’re not as good as anyone.
You suddenly start to think about everything and care
for the littlest things you have done.

How did I get here and why did I make these choices?
No one really knows the answer.
But I look around and see all these faces,
And realize that no one really knows me but me.

I don’t know what I was born for,
but I am forever ready for the answers.
I know there’s something more
than what’s already here.