Poem -
The Existentialist
The world is a mass of confusion;
A ball of nothingness,
The world is a stadium and we are the improvisers!
We are waiting in a void for something, anything, nothing!
The tension, apprehension, hopefulness and disdain of life are apparent.
Why? When? How?Β
No answers, only guesses!
No acceptance, only hopefulness!
We go on and on, thinking we know the answers to the rhetorical questions!
Fear, loathing and worry - always there, always near, ever dominant!
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Hello Gemma. Very well said...I very much enjoyed your interpretation on the world, but if not for fear of the unknown we'd know too much and ye have little imagination. I like how you structured and delivered.....
"The world is a stadium and we are the improvisers."Β
Very cool line. Makes me think of the ever elusive American dream. Happy New year to you. Peace.
Oh thank you that's very kind of you to say. It's actually how I feel at times. It's funny isn't it the way we sometimes feel about certain aspects of life.Β
Many thanks again Devon, I'm glad you liked that line, it's my favourite!Β
GemmaΒ
awesome pen. welcome to Cosmofunnel.
XX Lisa
Thanks Lisa ?