Contemplation
I have been wondering,
Sitting in silence,
What am I supposed to do with existence?
Just go with the flow,
Or give it some thought,
Maybe a little of both?
And what is the point?
I have been looking for answers,
Finding more questions,
Where are the solutions?
Full with sinful snakes,
The knowledge raising stakes.
I think I ate the apple.
Now, comes the trouble.
Brain is racing,
Perception breaking.
Is this evolution?
Still no satisfaction.
And what is the point?
By Tamas Varga









