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An Existential Crisis


Life, Life, Life

What does it really mean to live?

To take what you can, or always to give?

To hold in grudges or love and forgive?

 

Living in this world, but why are we here?

For some, the purpose seems bright and clear

For others, not as obvious as it may appear

But we all live together within the same sphere

 

People always ask about the meaning of life

But we’re living right here to give meaning to life

Through our purpose we give life its worth

Each with their own story, starting at birth

 

We are here to our lives chapter by chapter

Though time only seems to get faster and faster

To live in the moment for as long as we can,

For life only ends faster than it began

 

We live to explore, and define oneself

We are our own individuals, no one else

If we truly believe in what we can do

We can achieve any dream we want to pursue

 

We are finally here to find our happiness

To overcome life’s hard times and nastiness

Living together to make a positive change

And that’s how we get our joy in exchange

 

Life at the end is what we believe

What we want to dream or want to achieve

Don’t waste it looking back and trying to grieve

After all, time is your only true thief

 
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