
Elaborate thoughts of life and existence –
Xeroxed repetition of thoughts of love and sex
Imply a plan that may not exist, and I
Seem to spend too much time on these subjects
Though perhaps it’s not necessary to discredit
Entire philosophical tenets, to see
Nothing is planned, just random chance to begin,
Chaotic accidents, making nothing stoic.
Except it works. Perhaps that’s all it means to “be”
I don’t think about all of this as often as I
Should, because after all what is life but words
Mixed in with deeper feelings like in the synonym
Exists surely, something more than just being alive
A speck of genetic material, no more than an iota
Navigating the expanses of space – concepts like a nation
In this scenario, seem utterly inane despite what any yogi
Names as barriers between here and nirvana, speaking in
Gnostic verses or plain languages, could life be nothing
Less than life itself – the joy of existence in what we call a soul
Equals any experience, whether or not is just a synapse
Stuttering and firing in a series of chemical accidents
So what if existence is meaningless?
JACKSON DAVIES