A freeflow poem about the purpose of life.

The neverending question

What is the purpose

Why are we here

To have fun

To prove a point

To make life easier for those to come

But what is their purpose

If our purpose is to serve them

Then what are they doing to deserve it

Why do they need better lives

Why do they need lives at all

We will never know

So why do we wonder

Because human nature is demanding

It makes us tick

It is what fuels suicide

It is part of religion and culture

So maybe instead of why

We need to ask why not

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