I Will Live
One conundrum after another
The days go spiraling away
Seems each moment is a blur
A thoughtless repetition
I’m never truly living
Never truly there
A vacant body is my possession
As I live my life
So dull, so broke
I keep waking, sleeping
Living, dying
Breathing, blinking
Yet nothing is inside
Nothing resides within
A skeleton that seems alive
Convinces the outside world
That I am human
That I am happy
It’s truly amusing
Knowing the lie
And living it anyways
Has become a game
It is my only purpose
If I even I can poses one
Meaningless is life
But I will life it anyways
Go trudging through each day
Seemingly valiant
But secretly hollow
With nothing to persevere for
Each entity bearing no transcendence
There is no inspiration
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