The man wakes up,
knowing that it's just another day in his life,
he wants to go back to sleep.
but he gets up anyway.
he goes to work,
but he knows that he is just doing the same cycle.
he goes home,
he thinks he can escape it all but he knows he can't.
he goes to bed
but fully knowing he will do the same thing all over again.
he thinks to himself, "what's even the point?"
he realizes that everything will be the same
nothing will change.
nothing will progress
he is stuck in his prison that he calls his day.
he feels,
the weight of the world on his shoulder,
the rotation of the earth under his feet
and the stillness of his mind.
mindlessly working without will
just for survival?
no, for no reason at all.
The question still remains, "why?'
why do we live, if we were born to die?
why do we strive if we know it won't do anything?
why do we even try?
-just give up-
