Existential Crisis. Poem by Aneena Elza Binod

Quite a happening person he was
on social media and free of a pause.
Fit almost every aesthetic in full regalia.
Yet, he lacked the required paraphernalia
to deal with the confusing panoply of questions
in his head in spite of the plethora of suggestions
from people he liked and people he despised,
who thought their unsolicited opinions were prized.
‘'Is free will an illusion like the effect of caffeine?
Perhaps we're simply cogs in a greater machine.
Who decided what's right and what's wrong?
What is the purpose of a life so long?
Am I just jobless and bored that I'm in this crisis?
A crisis as difficult as the word pneumonoconiosis.
Or is it the outcome of an instigating event?
But do I really have to be so discontent?
Isn't happiness a right to every living human being?
Or is it a privilege, reserved only for the succeeding? ''
The endless ramblings of your mind ceaselessly continue.
Sometimes intrinsic, sometimes extrinsic, but within you
lies the answers to it all.