The Paradox of Existence

I am human, seeking my essence in this realm.

This reality is fake and my silence speaks.

It calls out to meaning; but meaning is far beyond,

Down to the ends of the earth.

Who then do I ask, my source of existence?

This fake reality?

 Do I seek answers from you or from within me?

I am human, born to this existence.

A realm where my innocence pleads guilty,

My truths tell lies,

My laughter cries,

And my light is enshrouded in darkness.

I'm lost in this labyrinth of illusions,

This hollow realm of endless uncertainty.

The essence I seek is beyond my reach,

A distant echo receding into silence.

Yet in that silence, a whisper lingers.

So, if you find meaning,

Guide it to my abode,

And in it's warmth, may my essence be reborn.

©Just Gloria