Existential Crisis For All

Can't help what I feel;

It's the way I am, I guess.

I am what I am.

I want to be good,

I want to be - DO better,

But I can't help it.


What even is right or wrong?

Why do we let these rules govern us?

Because it's easier to coexist?

It's just not in my nature;

I fight for control,

Fight for what I want.


I only hold back if I risk it all.

But aren't rules meant to be broken?

Sure, they protect us;

But no-one ever found out anything

Without pushing the boundaries.

So what do we do?


Push the boundaries, but try to maintain

The good within us?

This poem is about: 
Our world


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