I am feeling low:
not just an ordinary
low, like we all get,
but a low of lows.
I have begun to
question my existence,
which is the grand low,
and the great question.
Why am I here?
What does my life mean anymore?
Who cares anyway?
Why should anyone care?
Such simple questions
for a not so simple problem
of where the meaning comes from,
since I am one of a 100 billion
who have ever lived and questioned
their existence in a world going where.
23/5/2017