What in hell am I doing here,
Lost in my anonymity,
Surrounded by indecision,
At times sinking in my own self pity.

Life's sweet moments, are the sweetest I've
Ever known,
Coupled with bouts of depression,
Interspersed among my mundane moments.

Existence is for the sake of existing,
Nothing more, nothing less.
Aspirations of importance pervades all.
Few achieve, most while failing,
Do not fail, but attain that level
Which we all must rise to.

God, if I will understand,
That having been, I will ask
No more.
Having seen, I will see no more
And having loved,
Be loved forever.

I sit here, with pen in hand,
wracking my brain. I do not understand,
why the words won't come again; flow free
and pop into my head so willingly.

A far away land
at distance to thee,
is where I will wander,
when I search for me.
Travel today
is not the best choice,
unless sitting in a tube
is cause to rejoice.
Crammed into the can
of a cabin of size,
leaves no space to breathe
or to optimize,
the safety you need.
Lord please help me,
complete my next deed.

I don't understand
and I can't see,
why there is a sudden
interest in me.

Have I done something
to make your life worse
or is it because you don't
like the words in my verse?

I wish I knew.
I hope that now,
the next time I see you
you will allow
a virtual hug.