That Is That

Analyze this illusion A world teeming with life Including us Melancholy humans Whose overthinking Of our existence Leaves us with more questions Then we have the power to give meaning Or even began to understand Perhaps the answer right in front of us Staring us down as each day we pass We just don’t have the capacity to grasp it Without feeling overwhelmed And concluding that ultimately Our lives are purposeless Just a set of tasks Repeated over and over Like a wheel for a rat