Show Me the Meaning
Life’s aim, do you hide?
My pursuit has no relent
Lasting til’ I die.
Narrate my dream,
Created out of darkness.
Drive from void’s glean.
The stories we tell
Of human experience,
Scorn us when we quail.
Tragedies prouder,
Existential is my soul.
Echoing louder:
Show me the meaning.
Show me the meaning.
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Poetry
"Life’s aim, do you hide?" We are all looking for the meaning. We do look at dreams, stories, and tragedy to try to find answers. Well done.
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