Unsure

Can I ask you
ten thousand questions
with just a few words
and hope for an answer
that'll make some sense?

I don't know where I'm going,
that's okay,
that's alright.

[It always was, wasn't it?
It never mattered
to you (me)
where I went].

I'm drowning.

Does that matter anymore?

I've forgotten the need
for oxygen,
I've forgotten how
to breathe and how
to swim and how
to live.

I only know how
to die and
to sink and
to fall.

But when has that ever been enough?

I'm still alive;
somehow
I've managed
to remember
how to contradict.

It's kind of laughable,
it's kind of sad.

Isn't it?