The Gravestone

I don’t exist
Carve up my parts and I am lost.
My role is the whole.

My genetic parents gave me life.
A chance to see.
“I” emerged through my choices
touched by countless others
whys made me wise
hows made me whole
a world inside and outside me

I am a node. A synapse of the universal brain
Contorted by the performance measures of mankind’s beautiful game.
My mantra is more
More qualifications
More money
More houses
More cars
More kids
More proofs of worth

None silence the doubt of my existence
The unspoken so what
Avoided, unanswered
Too frightening to contemplate
So I run faster and shoot more goals.

My fortress is strong
And keeps you out
And the one who doubts
Is locked prisoner in the garrison
Sometimes I hear him shout
“This is not your fortress
and it’s crumbling. You will let me out”

where is safety?
Where is my home?
Am I alone?
With my gravestone?

My story. His story.
Eternal life
Two nodes united.
One purpose.
No strife

Now I know God
My fortress crumbles.