Existence

I wonder in this life if I exist,
All the time by myself,
Working, waiting, watching,
Never ceasing to stop and relax.
I do not know,
If I ever truly loved,
For tragedy destroyed my memory.
 
Something snapped,
Was that my heart?
 
I laugh,
Miserable,
At the passing millions,
The useless naïve numbers...
Unaware at what lies just around the corner.
They pass by with insults and jeers,
Roaming in bulk,
Unknowing that they are the sheep,
And that they just angered the wolf in their clothing.
 
I wonder if the murderer lives the same way,
Or is he just off the bend,
Trying to satisfy his lustful greed.
Is the scientist any different from the philosopher,
Always wanting the stone.
Aren’t they all wolves waiting for a blunder?
 
Politics and lies,
Friends and lovers,
Each the same as the other,
Worse than the murderer.
 
I laugh at even a possibility of righteousness,
For they have no right to judge.
The thought that balance is already upset,
They do not know.

Getting rid of it all,
The easiest message to send,
Abolish the concepts,
Get rid of it all.
To live as givers and receivers,
Forget it all to never 'own' again.

ISA