A question to life: what's the purpose?
I've done nothing for this world, I'm basically worthless.
I can play piano, which is nice,
But if I disappeared I'm sure life wouldn't think twice.
No matter who dies, life always goes on.
No matter if you're Abe Lincoln, Donald Trump, or Ronald Reagan.
But the impact you leave on society today,
Will affect how the world will stay.
Whether you're dead, or whether you're alive,
The world will always continue to strive.
An answer to Life: I know it now. The purpose is death.
It'll always be that way, up until my last breath.
Everyone dies, it's really inevitable.
But how you're remembered is really crucial.
Do you want to be a lost soul? Immediately forgotten?
Or go out with a bang, never to be misbegotten!
So in the end, we're all gonna die.
But in the meantime, let's live life to the fullest, or at least try.
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black and white | poetry
Poetry| Shaking hands with the dark parts øf my thøughts |
