When Life is Incomplete

Throughout life there is a question

A question as to why we are here 

We live, only to die

In a world where our purpose 

Is to slave away to society

A society where you're wrong

When you choose to be different

When you choose a different direction

Throughout life there is a question

That question is our purpose 

What are we meant to do

Who are we meant to be

Do i need to be like the others

The others that never truly live

And only slave away because that is what they're taught

In a society were being the same is better

And being different is wrong

Throughout life there is a question

Without this question

Is when life is incomplete

When i no longer have a drive

Or the decision 

To be the same, or to be different