do you ever question your own existance

  as if your not sure if your even here

  where everything you do seems so... so mere?

  do you ever wonder

  ever ponder

  over the very meaning of your soul?

  why your here

  and not someone else who deserves to grow old?

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  in the cradle of a small lot

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  in a place with few people

  not mainstreem and maybe abit distraught?

  do you ever wonder why your here

  living in a place like this?

  maybe with a lover

  or maybe alone in the mist?

  do you ever ponder

  the reason for our very existance?

  what change would we make if gone?

  do you ever wonder if in the great beyond?

  somone knows and is draging us along?

  i so wonder what reason we may play

  in this long and drawn out place

  where noting we do will change more than a lace

  or a blade of grass in the times far after

  for if we died

  a million years from now

  how would we change

  will the next generation bow?

  is our knowlage

  enough to change

  enough to change future brains?

  a speck of dust

  thats all i am

  in the far span of reality

  for what holds every living thing together?

  what is the point of life?

  if you asked me our lives are made to end...

  the one thing every living thing will do is die

  every small or large creature so why?

  why should we be any different?

  what is the point if we are all merely cattle?

  what is the point to live?

  if every living thing has a reason for living

  and that reason is all the same

  and every single thing with or without a brain

  then the only similarity is that we die

  so why... do we live?