You exist through these pixelated
Memories of a past self
That you just can't seem to find
In the corridors of my heart
Questions are lingering
Oh how they grow
So I ask
The wind
Where do
We go
After here?
Shall I pertain?
(Oh life's just a game)
Shall I fear?
(Oh its so senseless my dear)
Do I exist?
(Oh you exist)
Am I exempt?
(Oh no you're the x on the grid)
What happens after here?
(You don't exist)
But I do
I do
I do
Oh I exist
Is this a cycle I choose to repeat?
Is this never-ending?
'No such answers obtained'