Endings

I've come to the conclusion after all of these years
That life's an illusion packed with hopes and fears
All the little things we do to keep us occupied
Are just distractions -- icons; idols with false pride
Our memories are seldom our own
Turning to strangers who sit on a throne
Traditions, superstitions, purpose, and values
Written at the base of a faceless statue
Onward we go, carrying the torch
To what avail? What we love lies scorched
"Progress" say the wise
The prophets speak "Demise"
"Evolution" is heard from science
"No such thing" I scream defiance
What is purpose, why this longing?
The need to feel like belonging
Compromise our truths to climb the ladder
Like cashing in chips, but what does it matter?
In the end we all die
Is there a truth? Are we a lie?
Is it possible that it's a big joke?
I'd laugh if we hadn't been instilled with a hope
If only there were none
All there would be was fun
No heartache, no sorrow
No reason to look for a better tomorrow
We'd live for the day
And find nothing to say
Oblivion wouldn't be sad
No feeling of peace, why get mad?
No pleasure, no pain
Would it drive us insane?
Is this what we look forward to?
Life -- at least it's something to do

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