Existence

As a shaft of light shines thru the cracks of my curtains

looking down I see a body wasting away.

Food is ever so plentiful

but the body lacks nourishment.

Water be ever so available

but the thirst is not present.

My body takes on exercise every day

but it lacks in spirit to gain its fruition.

All five senses are hard at work

and though I can see, I do not.

A purposeless existence is one to fear

but in an infinite universe, what purpose can stand against it?

 

 

 

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