Maybe we are, us and our existence
Maybe we are just a contemplation
A contemplation of an existence
Of our world, our universe, our time

Every moment, a complex calculation
Of a mastermind, we canít start to comprehend
Our whole existence, its dependence
On the direction of our current existence

A play of good and evil
To which end will the scale tilt
Our greed, our selfishness
Our endless hunger, desire

Because we are calculating our end
Before our possibility of existence
We think we are divided
In reality we are one

Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-26 at 12:58

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The endless search for who, what, where, why. Well written