My name is not important
As my life is unimportant
I have no fixed, determined
Or knowledgeable future,
Only death is promised.
I am alone in a world
That is meaningless
Full of responsibility
Waiting, for nothing-
Waiting to die.

Existence is always, primarily
The dilemma of existence,
Thus – the nature of man.

Consider this-
A human existence
Posing itself, as a problem
Projecting itself with absolute freedom
Creating itself, by itself.
Thus, assuming the function of God.
I ask, what is mans ultimate significance
In this universe-
And I come face to face
With the possibility, of the
Impossibility of any existence at all.

So, you beg the question-
Why is there something there,
Rather than nothingness?
Well, let us re-evaluate our values-
Perhaps, there is no God, no religion
And man is simply the outcome
Of an environmental accident.
Development thrust, into the
Factors of mind and voice.

In nothingness, there is nothing.

We are adrift in this universe
Waiting- tediously waiting
To fill the nothingness of death.
Man is not a detached observer
Of this world, but its creator.
Man is open to a future
Where he determines his own choices.
We, as beings, make ourselves.
We are defined by our actions,
Our choices throughout life.
And yet, we all inevitably end in death.
Therefore, life becomes meaningless.
Useless, a condition which in itself
Is absurd –

Man is lost.

Life is a process of loss,
A decay into death, an odour
A comedy of manners.
An era, simply for one to wait for death.
If only man could recognize, and
Accept his existence as nothing-
There may be hope.

As death in itself, is illogical to life.

In the End,
Human behaviour is motivated
By the will to power.
By abandoning a rational path
Through life,
I must attempt to find order-
In a world gone mad.
What all humans seek, among them myself,
Is some measure of happiness,
In this chaotic and unpredictable world
Void of meaning and purpose.

Great spirits often encounter violent opposition from mediocre minds.