I'm confined
In a hodiernal eternity, an
Inception
Of an existential crisis; I would
Escape
If anyone deigned to offer their hand and
Pull me up out of
Illusion
And set me back on my feet, upon
Solid
Ground

But my reality is the perpetual furrow between
My brows,
Trying to understand a world that
Tells me
That I must do everything to matter:
School
Job
Family

And then kills me in the
End

Where is the meaning in that, and why
Do some of us
Use their raison d'être to persuade others
Of the finality of
Dry
Bones?

Isn't it kind of ironic, the mission of the atheist
Scientist,
Whose every atom is dedicated to de-
Humanizing my
Every
Moral
And
Emotion

And to say that all the agony I experienced in my
Philosophical cage of
A mind
Was all to realize how meaningless any of
This even
Is?