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? 
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!