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Is life worth living

Secretsoul

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Joined
Sep 4, 2013
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MBTI Type
INTJ
Enneagram
5w6
Is life worth living
When all I want, I can't have
Or am I being a cynic
And it's really not all that bad?

Can I gain something better
In this life I can't grasp
Or will I forever
Live in my past?

Do I pick up the pieces
Of what I have left
And try to move on
Make a new definition of "self"?

Or is this darkness all-consuming
And will, thus, be my end?
Who will come save a soul
They like but can't trust?

I am nothing more than man
A mere creation of dust
I'll live, I'll die, I'll suffer
And it will all be for naught

Hopefully my ending is nigh
And I'll be relieved this pain at once
If by chance this is not the case
All I want to do is run

Run from the things chasing me
The light and the sun
Anything deemed good
Are my undoing, I'm done

Give me a rope in the dark
That I may grasp it and learn
To live within this anomaly
We've come to call earth

The world or el mundo
It matters not the word
What matters here is...
As to that I'm unsure

I'll search my life through
For the answers to her
Pondering to the depths
A remedy, a cure

For a disease with which we're stricken
The commitment of our corpse into the earth
We will all die. This is a known
But when we do, will we burn?

And for what reason are we here
Nothing more than to learn?
Well it seems a bit futile
Since I've not studied the books

Nor was I given one directly
Coming from my mother's womb
Direction lacks clarity
We are all lost in this comb

A twisting land of turns to ponder
We've been sent here aimless
Thus we stray and wander
planning a route through hopelessness

So do we even have a chance?
I doubt most of us do
We weren't given even that
I haven't an inkling, a clue

As to where I'm going
Where it is I venture
What I'm doing
Or where to get closure
 
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