Poetry About Existentialism

The road begins without a promised destination. Stars keep their distance from my questions. Freedom feels heavy when no script appears. Each choice writes a sentence I must inhabit. Meaning is not found waiting under stone. I make it slowly by the way I walk.

Look again from the quieter edge. Stars keep their distance from my questions. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Each choice writes a sentence I must inhabit. Attention loosens the first easy answer. I make it slowly by the way I walk.

The road begins without a promised destination. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Freedom feels heavy when no script appears. It returns us to freedom, meaning, choice, anxiety, absurdity, responsibility, and creating a life without guaranteed answers. Meaning is not found waiting under stone. The day continues with a more attentive heart.