Content warning! Contains themes of hopelessness.
No Purpose, Carry On
We keep on walking but there's nowhere to go.
On our backs, we carry the life-sustaining coal.
Where do we get it from and where does it go?
No one ever really truly knows.
Assembly-line lives are all that we know.
We contribute to nothing, yet we keep on going with the flow.
Purpose has died, yet death is so slow.
We continue to dig and dig and dig the hole.
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