An old friend visits every once in a while

Over coffee, under a bare sunny sky, or when the world’s asleep

we talk.

we talk life

we talk death

An old friend visits every once in a while

urging me to question every bit of me

quantify what I am

and demand an answer to my being

when am on the fence, wishing there was none

An old friend visits every once in a while

giving me no choice but to take the plunge

shaking my shoulders,

driving me to open my eyes

wake up

from the deep autopilot slumber that sets in

with slipping time

An old friend visits every once in a while

and pulls off the blanket I conveniently hide under

making me wonder

if am doing enough

what the meaning of it all is

the larger picture we frequently talk about

An old friend visits

An old friend called existentialism visits every once in a while

stirring my whole world

reminding me of everything I’ve forgotten

and bringing with it

echoes of meaning

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