What Is Death

What is Life Is it the simple tick Of a biological clock Or is it the sum Of all the thoughts and dreams That make up our personality As the creases of life Echoed in the lines Appearing on my face Play origami with my soul I contemplate the concept of me If the shape of the sculpture Of the fabric of my mind Has become unrecognizable As I stare into the mirror Within my head Am I already dead If the great city The billions of individual lives That make each human body Continue to live on Even though the mind has left Are you still living If a bubbling cauldron Of chemicals is needed To keep my mind intact Is it still me I feel the cracking of glass As I witness pieces of my image Falling away as I gaze upon it And I wonder what is to become of me I need to know I have toiled all my life To keep myself from bending Under the great pressures Created a monumental henge To steady myself along the way But I see it crumbling with time And I am no longer strong enough To right the sarsens Which topple all too soon It is said that knowing Is half the battle If so, then maybe This act of introspection Will be enough to begin To turn the great ship Which is me

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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