I pursued meaning, trying to unravel my soul.
I chased it so far, I went over the edge.
Now I don’t know what I lost first..‌
the meaning, or myself.
And maybe the only thing left to lose
is the illusion that anything ever mattered.

I walked the edge of reason, hoping for clarity.
But meaning wasn’t there...
only mirrors, cracking one by one.
Now I’m scattered in their shards,
a ghost of the one who asked "why?"