Existential Crisis Poem by Godiah Imbukuleh

Dull moments of ecstasy and fantasy
Reverberating with stifled silence
A journey into the wonderland
A voyage into the desert of reality

Walking on the edge
Creeping on the thin line above the abyss
If you want to be rich get a big loan
If you want to be ruined take a big loan
Suspended by the rope
The rope attached to heaven
The only way to paradise
But dangling mid air above hell
Kicking and screaming as I try to heave myself
Confounded by the allure below
The smell of sex
The smell of booze
The smell of fried beef

My muscles are tiring
My spirit is weakening
This task is Sisyphean
It is all vanity
The race is not to the swift
The bread not to the hungry
Chance only to a select few
And without chance you can barely make it

Now that I can afford delicacies
Weight is a weighty issue
Rich adults are worried about their belly fat
The poor just want food
The poor want to be rich and fat
But the rich are diseased and obese
The rich admire the poor man's diet
The poor man admires the rich man's diet
Life is like a Sisyphean task
Life is a rat race