I am living, I am breathing
and yet somehow I am not
This existence has no purpose
apart from the mundane ones
I am groping for something deeper
something more real
Anything substancial
and not superficial
I am yearning for truth
I am searching for answers
I am asking no questions
I am taking no chances
I am living because I breathe
I am breathing because I live
And yet somehow
I am doing neither