Your status may be tension
Or equilibrium,
Each needs comprehension,
No hero nor a bum.
Bypass sex and power,
Neither soothes the soul,
Set meaning as your tower,
Simplify your whole.
Existential vacuum,
Paradise refined,
Sunday to consume
Choices of the mind.
Existential trial
Doesn't mean disease,
Just adjust your dial,
Reach out as you please.
With a WHY to live,
Foster any HOW,
'Tis nobler that you give,
'Tis they you must endow.
Written in Ontario, Canada - 29th May 2020
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Very well conceived and stupendously woven enlightening the reader about the existential vacuum and the need for existential trial that brings the quality WHY and HOW that gives meaning to life. Well penned. Good work.