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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