I'm a tourist in life.

I'm a tourist in life,  

I've knelt to Allah’s light,  

Met the Buddha on the path, only to strike him down,  

Walked as an atheist, Darwin in my crown.

A disciple of communism, the state was my shrine,  

Followed Marx, thought the world’s end was mine.  

Stoic strength shaped me, calm in the storm,  

Drenched in idealism, chased Plato’s forms.

From Nietzsche, I grew from lower to higher,  

Freed myself from the Last Men’s mire.  

I strove for the Übermensch, beyond good and evil’s veil,  

But stumbled there, I did, and failed.

Felt the weight of nothingness pull me low,  

Drifted in Nihilism’s shadowed flow.  

From the dark, I turned to Existential thought,  

Then the Absurd, where meaning is naught.

I’ve never stopped moving, I evolve as I grow,  

My body shifts, and my mind knows.  

Awake, alive, yet wrapped in illusion,  

An evolving being, lost in delusion.