Mirage – Polygon1993


I need focus.

My vision is blurry.

The world appears 

as waves,

forever moving,

forever changing.

No purpose.

No reason.

I need to know why

we are here,

why am I alive.

I need focus.



The view from above.

People appear small,

tiny specks in the universe.

Cars are in constant motion.

Everyone is in a hurry,

going around in endless circles.

Going to work, and later

going back home.

Taking elevators up

and then down again.

What’s the hurry?

We all live the same lives.

We live and then we die.

Does it matter where we had

hurried around in between?

All that matters are

who we leave behind.

For these are the only

ones who will remember

that we had been here.

And why we had been here.