The fear

The feeling of not knowing
Kills my brain

My brain is like an old chair
Bent and hunched
brown and rusted at the bottom
Standing alone in one corner of the room
About to collapse soon

I Sit at my desk and stare outside the
Wall sized bay windows
I often like to look at the sky
Than the city itself

Sometimes have to work real hard
To see the sky
That hides amidst the concrete trees

I tell myself, I am loosing it
Loosing it big time.

My biggest fear you ask;
Is that I might die without
Meaning something in the world

The thought haunted me
First when I was a kid
And at thirty it still persists

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