Unforgivable is the sense of purposelessness <br />That awareness sometimes brings <br />We come - we go <br />We do what we think we’re destined for <br />But who can tell if it really makes sense? <br />We struggle – we strive <br />We try to be the best we can be <br />We learn, observe, elbow, backstab and engage in politics <br />Only to find that it did not mean anything <br />In the whole of existence <br />Other then a momentary sense of achievement <br />That got pulverized by the retrospective awakening <br />And the return to the core of being <br />Who are we? Why are we? What are we doing here? <br />We’re scraping, building, destroying, reformatting <br />We discover and invent, and change the status quo <br />We make progress that leads to regress <br />And suffer regress that leads to progress <br />In an unending cycle of living and dying <br />Uniting, divorcing, laughing and crying <br />Hopping around with over-inflated ego’s <br />But really not meaning anything in the whole <br />A purposeless cohort of searching creatures <br />Lost in existence.<br /><br />Joan Marques<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-existence/
