Dead

What is the point of this?
What should I do with my time?
My life was spent wandering through the darkness
Until finally, I found the light.
But what then?
What then, O sorrow tale?
Life stretches out endless before me
And I want to lead it right.
But sometimes it doesn’t feel like I’m leading
It feels like I’m slipping, and falling down
An inevitable mountainside
On which I can choose footholds
But not the destination;
No,
It all funnels to the same place.

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