Do I matter?
Like really matter
in the grand scheme?
This question–
This feeling–
Eats away at me
on selfish Sunday nights.
Maybe I need to work out more.
Maybe I should stop smoking weed.
Definitely gotta log off social media forever.
I am terrified of death
Which makes me terrified of life
And so the ouroboros goes.
If I have it all
To do over again,
I wouldn’t change a thing.
Just return to the beginning,
Flash my mortal receipt,
Cash in my chips and go for another ride
on the merry go round.