Sometimes I wanna ask
the answer to all of my unanswered questions.
Questions which can’t be answered.
Still, I want to ask,
not to get an answer,
just to show my frustration at the absurdity of existence,
just to mock the so-called creator.

This feels weird.
The existence.
It’s illusory.
The more I try to make sense of it,
the more senseless it becomes.
In the end, I just have to stop myself from drowning in these questions.

Still, I return
to ask the same questions,
to watch my head spin from the chaos,
my questions yet again unanswered.