The world that exists phenomenally in the near future
The pulchritude of having all deities around to nurture
I ask myself to ponder more on my existence.
A question of thous and miles without any assistance.
A question to answer my every nuisance
Which brings others into sheer vexation and annoyance.
I know how i got into this fuss
With thousand other words to disgust
I ponder more to answer my soul
How this world being so drill into materialism.
Cultivating thousands more into the evil of extrovertism.
Yet to look around and inhale in hope of finding satiation
Hoping to discover it before the day of cremation.