Cookie

In my aim to not let the cookie crumble,

As I fumble with my conscience decisions,

It seems I cause a harmful incision

To every beating bloodbath I seem to sink into...

Hearts.

Surely they should be stronger?

Take the brunt of my haphazardness,

If only for a little longer.

I have blundered through the wreckage

That wavered to and fro,

It seems I was the catalyst

To let the whole empire go.

Inside

Introspection

A constant inspection

And chronic need for correction

A notion that’s lacking direction

With a mirrorless reflection

Existential cynicism

Is your belief system

Only but an escapism

An encapsulation

Of your wiser self?

But still unknowing

In your manmade environment

Are you glowing

With the presence of your being,

Or are you only seeing

Through eyes born by the body

In our tepid existence?

What constitutes as meaning?

Are our dreams really it all

Or is only just a feeling?

A rush of excitement

Leading only to what?

Fulfilment, satisfaction,

A friction to what’s not.