Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Existential Angst

Poem 1 Jan. 2010-01-31
The rub between living and meaning
A fight made up by me.
My cat doesn’t stress like this.
So why do I?

The friction between the day and the life,
Seeking for something more,
But, nothing more do I find
But another day closer-
 To worms meat.

Searching for meaning in this crazy world
Wanting something that doesn’t exist.
Meaning can be mean, said the lady of thought
Until you turn that meaning back to the moment,
And see,
The bliss of here and now.
Another challenge to be able to do.

Knowing that that’s all there is
Creates, the rub
Between living and meaning- The angst of existence.

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