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Meaning of Life Poem RAL

Contemplating....

Just a photo of myself....

Just a photo of myself....

The Meaning of Life

What is the meaning of this so-called life?

Why bring pain in my back from the stab of a knife?

How must we live through all of this strife?

What is the meaning of this so-called life?


Why do we wake up every day?

As the time slowly fades away?

How can this lifestyle even BE okay?

Why do we wake up every day?


How many times must we endure this pain?

Breaking our backs, just to barely gain?

How can any mind try to stay so sane--

How many times must we endure this pain?


Why must we feel there's no end in sight?

Why does it break you, if you stand and fight?

Why wonder the anguishes, in the dead of night?

Why must we feel there's no end in sight?


I, 2, 3, 4

I can't seem to take no more.....

5, 6, 7, 8

There's just too much bullshit on my plate....


RAL

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