The Meaning Of Life

We are born on this world with a goal,
We have a goal to fulfil, just that one,
That goal we have to fulfil was given by ‘It’,
‘It’ was a being. A confused, sick, angry and lonely being,
‘It’ gave us life and a goal to achieve in life,
Our goal was simple yet relevant to ‘It’,

Us weak humans had to be in pain, suffering, loneliness and had to feel betrayal, love then loss all in our life,
The we die.
That was our goal, and easy it was,
This goal was relevant to ‘It’ as it quite simply made ‘It’ feel good bout itself,

Some people feel worse pain then others,
Some people only think they do,
How do I know this? Because I could be in both categories,
If I could I would take my pain, suffering, loneliness, betrayal, love and loss and give it to you all,
I would ruin your pathetic, pointless lives if I could,
Eventually I become more confused, sick, angry and lonely,
And then…

I become ‘It’
Wednesday, December 5, 2007

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