the weird stage

it seems i've reached
a stage where
few answers dwell

no one to follow
and no one to ask

none to blame
and none to shame

the space is filled
with an eery feeling
the loneliness
a force,
all its own
a means of some sort...
but to what...?

i wonder
what will follow,
if anything at all?
where does it lead,
if anywhere at all?

why are we here?
where do we go?
and are we meant
to be where we are?