I lay awake thinking about the bleak future
The uncertainties of life fill my soul with anxiety
An eager voice demands I question existence
Purpose and cycle of life seem so discomforting
Why are we here?
The ceiling today looks like it did yesterday
I would use the term useless but it's job to protect me from the midnight sun is accomplished
Still it would feel more awakening if it answered my question
Why are we here
Loud mourns from my neighbour alerts the unreasonable part of my brain
Aaaah, that's his purpose, spending the night pounding
All the screams the lady had, her desires I hope were fulfilled
You can't quite be sure, city girls sometimes stroke egos
I digress, my apologies, where were we?
Purpose? Talent? Something about life and sun
Oh the ceiling?
What about the ceiling?
The midnight? Is it 2am or 1am?
My brain sleeps, I guess tonight we proceed
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