Existing

Is this it the very existence of what my reality is or my reality is existing? The blank stare into the tunnel that I glide through fueled by my thoughts. What is existing? The search for a meaning or purpose? Shadows follow me through the tunnel as I wonder to myself why? Why does existing have to be so relevant, so appealing with meaning and purpose? Which way do I turn? Is there a turn? And am I lost or am I existing? Is this reality or is my shadows directing traffic in a tunnel with no light as reality sinks in here I am existing in reality! -Amber.