Existential thoughts

It’s a tale as old as time is,

Who’s the mastermind behind all of this,

Giving me an Existential crisis,

My own existence being called into question,

Its like being sucked in by a dementor,

Leaving a gaping hole rocking me to my core,

Shell shocked but I’ve been here before,

Giving me a certain type of perspective,

This birds eye view has me feeling pensive,

This new worldview is skewed so I’m submissive,

That dread is the only thread between this world and another,

So I ask, 

Who’s the mastermind behind all this?

Am I the only one questioning it?

If it’s a tale as old as time is,

I suppose it’s supposed to be timeless