Random Musing 1

The Sheer poetry of watching;

Just watching someone standing

In the midst of nothingness searching

Searching for the purpose of life, love

Questioning the morals one has learnt

Is now daunting me about the choices I've made

Will every single word I've ever written

Go down to nothingness or go become

Someone's last string of hope to cling on.

Will my love ever be able to see me

Or that is something that is an illusion

That is not meant for me

Is my life true and real or some fiction

Written and painted by a magician

Sitting slyly somewhere painting my every move

Laughing at all the mistakes I keep making

And giving me random props for all

The little things I unconditionally keep doing

Perhaps these questions are just useless

And I should just keep living

All I know is that I'm doing something for me

And just doing what I know makes me happy

I don't care if it's just not real

But I'm living it ain't I