Existential Crisis

I left my consciousness

In the sixth dimension

My soul has left

For a better place

While the rest of me

Is in the third.

Here I wander and meander

Aimlessly going through the days.

At times however

In a deep part of my mind

Locked in a cage of forbidden thoughts

Something calls out

Begging to be freed

"What Am I?"

It yells from behind mental bars

As a lay awake

Devoid of any sleepiness.

What am I doing?

What is my reason for being?

What is life?

Am I just meant to exist

Without being anything more than

Insignificant?

After all, I'm just me.

How could I ever answer my questions?

I am no god.

I am no higher being.

I'm just me.

My body finally goes to rest

In the physical plane.

My soul

My consciousness

They're doing other things

In other planes of existence.

Perhaps they hold the secrets and answers

To my existential crisis.

What are they doing exactly?

I don't know.

I'm just me after all.