Now I lay me down to sleep,
Existential thoughts to keep
Me tossing, turning through the night,
Who am I? What’s wrong or right?
Is this the life I’m supposed to live?
Have I given all I have to give?
My thoughts swirl round,
Shallow to deep,
As now I lay me down to sleep.
Tag Archives: existence
BUS
The questions seem just so essential,
On thoughts and matters existential.
Who are we? Why me? What’ s the fuss?
And really, will I catch my bus?
Random Misanthrope 