Existential Crisis

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Dead end road ahead
I sit and stare at the lost wanderers
Attempt to make their way to places unknown
Busy bodies and a cascade of depression
All filling the same space
Spaces that seemingly have no end in sight

The people are all trapped within the mirage of their own making
A universe within a universe
Trying to find a greater power that has been fed to them since birth
An idea
A notion that certain acts and balance of peace within one’s life is the key
The key to an endless life
A notion that traps them right where others want them to be
And a fear that seeking anything outside of this realm is prohibited
That seeking such would lead to damnation
A threat to gift that could or could not exist

The truth that there could be something more
A darker, more distraught image of what they seek
A cloak that lies over the world that they think they know
All consuming, all powerful, and unruly
Godly in power, yet instinctive in nature
That to reach true enlightenment one must understand
That man’s teachings are simply just that
Nothing more and nothing less

- Kevin Mareletse

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