A poem I wrote trying to find the meaning of life

Life purpose What is the purpose, this feeling? This being, I'm still listening. Silence. How to trust this stillness... In waves, in speed, swept, blurred. We Are unhappy yet content. We are going... somewhere, But what if we aren't meant to go anywhere? Then why do we have legs. Separation is this life, Behind these …

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