Question

What does it all mean?

This life we lead

We rise with the sun

We love, we bleed
On a treadmill 

Moving day to day

We go through the motions

And act a certain way
We while away the hours

At work, at leisure

We indulge in a few 

Earthly pleasures
And the clock ticks on

No respite in sight

What’s it all for?

Why does day turn into night?
A cyclical existence

The huge wheel turns

Some say it’s a challenge

We’re here to learn
We’re born, we die

The interim’s a choice

But fate has a hand

In whether we commiserate or rejoice
I know not what

I incarnated for

But the monotony is palpable

And I crave something more.

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