questionable life

Life itself is questionable,
why live?
Everything in life is questionable,
why live?
It is no more about purposes,
but about one purpose.
I cannot accept it,
as an absolute illusion,
though everything is an illusion.
I do not care,
what happens,but i don’t know
why i should live.
I don’t know what is freedom,
even though people say
i have it.I don’t know what
holds me together,
though i can feel it.
My mind is clogged by mist,
i just wish,
that it will clear,
before i risk.

Everything around me is questionable,
including me.I don’t know what it is,
that makes life be life.
I have a wish to know everything,
yet i don’t want to live,
for it is just what i want to do.
Clarity-when can it come back to me?
i feel like paper,in a torrential rain.
Questions,questions,questions,
i have many,i have many,
everything is questionable,
yet i am not able to know,
to know, all the answers.
I don’t want to live.

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clarity-a hole in the sky

clarity-a hole in the sky,
among dense clouds
-filled with majestic earthly
vapors-thought crowds.

throwing shadows-
over mountains and planes,
those covered by,
cannot fight,

the illusion thrown from high above.
life,death,peace,hate,love,
all the tools of something bigger,
of thing not necessarily cleverer,

yet we need to fly ,
as high as it’s origin,
to know what causes
and what is the cause of causes.

clarity-a hole in the sky,
among dense clouds
-filled with majestic earthly
vapors-thought crowds.