I search for what I know I will never find

I search for what I know I will never find
How can this be?
Belief deceived me
For I cannot comprehend
My self
My own existence
Being
How can this be?
This moment
Time
I wait
Dazed and confused
What meaningless
Is this existence?
Who are we to judge?
Why How Who
I am and yet I struggle
To believe my own existence
But do I want
Want to know? Perhaps
Ignorance, delicious ignorance

I wrote this at like 2 in the morning, if it sounds cheezy in the morning please tell me as so I don't end up making a fool of my self