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?