A Life without direction,
A Life without substance,
A Life without Joy,
A Life without Sorrow.
Stagnant and deteriorating in this simulation titled, “Life”.
We give labels to this being, trying to quantify it in any form that gives us purpose
Education, Occupation, Positions and Relationships.
Numbers to determine our worth, Standards to determine our fate
The “man” dictating our life on a schedule
Study, Pause, Work, Repeat.
Convincing ourselves that there is meaning behind these actions, all leading to a greater goal.
This endless cycle, with the only end result we’re sure of.
The sweet release of death
The truth is without all these machinations, titles and definitions we are naked
Brought bare to this world, for what reason though? If I may ask
Hunger, Famine, Strife, War?
Grief, Heart ache, Pain and Depression?
With infinite possibilities there is infinite destructibility
So, what is the goal?
Like the depths of the sea, unknown.