Another Cup

From time to time,

I have flashes of dissociation,

a third person view of consciousness

that makes me wonder:

What even is

the point of it all?

Why is it that I see what I see,

and not the sights of another?

Why did my consciousness land in someone so…

me?

Then other times,

I disregard all that metaphysical bullshit

and have another cup of coffee.