Absent Thinking

What is this life?
What does it mean?
Is there really a purpose at all?

We go around satisfying the needs of our own,
We try to help others but really we only help ourselves,
Over taken by our own selfish desires

I wish it were different.
I wish I was different
But really i'm the same as everyone else.

I don't know what this life is
I don't know what it means
I don't know the purpose. 
ITS ALL STRANGE TO ME

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