LIFE’S PURPOSE

Life’s purpose

 

To the gods I make fervent petition to visit

pity on this poor soul, a creature torn asunder,

mind fragmented into puzzled shards, divided

between futile purpose and all life’s wonder.

By what or who troubles not restless thought,

I am here, I exist and live, through earthly joys

and travails. No, I care not how I was wrought,

without reason, all pleasures and drives are mere

distractions, illusion presents all before the eye,

simply to renew mankind is for me kind hindrance

I seek to know why before death draws near.

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