Nausea
A realization of one's known existentialism.Grasping, within time, a meaning of one's life.
Dying, without knowing what purpose they may serve,
Embodying an existential angst, dying to know life.
Sartre's spirit flowing by the speed of your footsteps.
Believing you know meaning, believing you know belief.
Why not the pursuit of knowledge, or the love of humanity?
A life without belief, a life of the self-taught man.
Remain confronted, for if one stands alone,
One loses the plausible, just as quick as one loses the friends.
Gaining conscious of now known truth of life.
There is no meaning to life, for you live to make a meaning.
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