Existential Dilemmas
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Read me aloudFeel the familiar sensation of words often saidAnd bring me to life We living things Like to scream into a voidCold and careless to our concernsWe yell not to be heard
Though I am alive and percieve the world,
how does the world percieve me is unknown.
How do you know?
Given your senses are delusional and manipulative.
Maybe everything is constructed by your brain.
now final lossis speaking closei don't know howbut here it isand fallen cloudsthat cannot floatlie scattered on the ground
i look up at thebrazen curve
Uncertainty that runs through our blood.
Future out of our mortal hands.
How shall my life go?
