Existentialism

I talked to the cosmos in a dream last night

In a glorious aura he was bathed in light

He opened before me the book of my life

All except the first few pages were filled with strife

I looked at each situation pained and intense

It all seemed reasonless a book of nonsense

I don�t think I can bare another page of this book

Yet I couldn�t leave I was compelled to look

I saw in an instant and understood how all things came to be

I at once began to comprehend the things inside of me

Each fear each dream each love each idle little thought

It began to make sense strife the teacher and I the taught

And as we neared the end I began to cry

Life seemed trivial and short always too young to die

Then we reached tomorrow all the future pages were blank

I wouldn�t gain the insight I

need I watched my soul as it sank

I reached a calm...I could feel my universe expand

Then......he handed me the book

The Pen was in my hand

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