For Now

For now, I am confused and lost,

I feel as though the words which

Pass my lips are not my own.

I am facing a moral dissonance

Which is dredged across the

Fibers of my being—I am floundering

And falling. I am unable to deal

With the being who lives within my flesh.

And in my search for meaning,

I have come to the conclusion

That all life’s purposes are subjective

And any motivation is frivolous.

Love and hate are not differentiated

By their consequence, for they

Both end the same—in death.

The words I speak cannot be authentic;

My physical form is ever-changing

And is apparently only a fraction

Of my being’s totality.

For now, life has no purpose—

My ambition has been emended.

For now, happiness and apathy

Seem equally appealing—

But perhaps someday I my regain

My true thoughts and relearn

How to live this life.

     DannYetman

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