What then shall I say? What sermon do I have to offer Or legacy to pass on? I give no wisdom nor have I knowledge Always cleaning the slate and restarting Endlessly retracing steps Returning my soul to the start Or perhaps my own vomit Should not a brick already be laid? A monolith however poor? Though I have lived, it seems I have not learned With no foundation on which to stand But I cannot unearth the truth I fail to expose him Yet surely the laws govern nature For it exists and functions all around me Yes even in spite of me Within me and without me I ask again what is my statement? Can this current ambivalence remain? It appears sheer lunacy, if without goal Is it enough to be undead Directionless, wretched and confused? Logic whispers of my arrogance To think I could myself presume And make the great decision To end my days and simply cease Nothing left to glean But life inside me counters Fool! The possible outcomes and paradigm shifts Who am I to make that call? Thus here I am, as if waiting In some stupor deeply lodged Between life and death itself Utterly appalled by both I see myself in this slumber Hooked up to machines And wonder ought I set it free? Or if all life however awful Is sacred and worth living.