Point of Existence

Point of Existence

See her earnestly driving with intent

Its morning or evening so the flow is without relent

But point, the POINT! Screams out its melancholy penchant

Rats running on a treadmill into oblivion, it’s like the Solent

For there is no point, but Nature’s metaphysical commandment

To live, the idea frightening to the human malcontent

Better belief in ghosts and death’s holiness than truth’s element

But survival’s tale is its own demonic segment

It is rational realization’s creation point, kernel of human validation

Fear or desire transforming into the urgency of sire emancipation

Progeny, that relief from eternity’s nothingness soothes

Then soon it alarms as time elapses and once again point behooves

Is it to laugh or solemnly declare that the sun is the end?

To sleep the night then awake to the day with a positivistic bent

Humanity’s mind protects the kind from going insane, this way

The point of existence kept pleasant by coffee or weed each day