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
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