Spiritual void

Through life we wander;
All we do is ponder.
Is there life after death?
Is there someone upstairs?

Fixated on the fear of the unknown,
We only strive to have answers.
As the living dead we roam,
Trying to occupy an empty hope.

Our bodies are in the now,
Yet our minds fail to be present.
Every footstep we take
Sabotages the epitome of existence.

One can become spirited
Distant from abstract beliefs.
Stripping down to the core
One cleanses origin thoughts.

The extraordinary is here;
Such a vast universe,
Why wait for an epiphany?
There is adventure in uncertainty.