The disturbing thoughts about existence creep in
Who am I?
What am I here for?
Am I who I am for what I am here for?
What is the purpose!
It is an unthought known
A beautiful present not meant to be unwrapped
Where I am is where I am meant to be
I am being who I am to be who I am meant to be
I am preparing for the epitaph that lies ahead of me.
