Everyday is exactly the same,
No difference in the days that pass,
Yet we keep on going,
What is the reason for this,
What is called a life,
We struggle to go on,
to keep it going,
Finding our own reason to live,
Worrying about the tiniest of things,
Is there reason behind this?
The abandonment of our primal instincts,
So evolved,
Yet so primitive,
Emotions run the entire being,
Causing:
Sickness,
Suicides,
Murder,
Death
And so much pain...
So much... unneeded suffering...
Young or old,
It doesn't matter...
The real question is....
Why...do we go on?

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