If Not, Perchance
Do I have some grand connection
To a master plan of old?
Conscious thought proclaims derision ...
Queries all, if truth be told.
Where’s the purpose? Where’s the meaning?
I decry through barren tears;
Seeking, searching, begging, pleading ...
Nothingness takes hold my fears.
Hollow, empty tests of wisdom,
Conjured in a vacuumed world;
Sweep me through the endless bedlam,
Whereupon my fate’s been hurled.
In the ruse of my existence,
Far beyond the mortal mind,
Lies an answer in the distance ...
Teasing, taunting - undefined.
Why so, do I drift and wander,
Through this maze of discontent?
Unrelenting mindless ponder,
Crying out it’s harsh lament.
All alone, with no connection,
Groundless in my silent pain ...
Not a word can dare be spoken,
In this lonely, bleak domain.
Solitary ... lost ... abandoned,
Not a voice to call my own;
Tell me, have you ever questioned,
All that you have loved and known?
Is it simplified illusion?
Trickery in splendid scale?
Mocking me with sly delusion ...
Questions sought to no avail.
Caught within a void of anguish,
Muted by my own design;
Still I ponder to the finish,
That, which I cannot define.
Though I seek my resolution,
Through this lonesome, mournful dance,
Rationale belies the notion ...
I am here, if not, perchance.