bubbles
To what end
will my existence find?
To what extent
and on what grounds
will my existence thrive?
These questions have
no answers
because
life has no meaning,
purpose, or resolution.
It is swept away
by inconsequence just as
bubbles rising to water’s
surface burst. There
is no knowing
that ever they had been
nor any kind of writing down
that would provide
the experience
with
perspective. #poem #poetry #bubbles #existence #existential #hopelesslyhopeful
