Existentialism

Existentialism

The crowd stood and watched in silence
The young man sat
Each individual waiting for the violence
He had a gun in his lap
Every single person felt the power of his despise
And, oh, how his fingers trembled
You should have seen all of their eyes
As the gun he assembled.

They all stood in dumb silence, like mute sheep
The young man sat in the dark
None were sure why they were there, or if they were to meet
He was completely stark
They all knew this fellow, somehow, but not sure how
And, oh, how his bitter thoughts came
The crowd was not sure if this thing was allowed
These thoughts driving him insane.

They heard the clicking of the gun
All were so dumb
They felt their senses go completely numb
Those sheep were scum
None were sure if they should help him
A brilliant mind, was his
But they all knew he had no apparent kin
He was only a kid.

So, all they could do was stare blankly
The world is so unfair
They were powerless it seemed, frankly
No one seemed to care
And the time passed so slowly
All of his papers of ingenious work
Time itself was aging and molding
Thrown mindlessly into the dirt
None understood what he was trying to tell them
A mind beyond his time period
This crowd didn't understand the message he tried to send
Oh, how he cried.

Finally, they heard a shot and a final harsh cry
Then he sighed, knowing he'd finally die
They left, knowing it was over, some cried
He lay on the cold floor with a bullet in his head
But some went to find the papers he wrote
He knew he'd finally rest forever in bed
Some individuals made things he spoke into famous quotes
And gradually they understood....
What he meant.