Incomplete beings moving forth and back
Searching for something to fill themselves with
We don't know what we need
I doubt we could ever fill that hole entirely
We'll never reach the state of being complete
But if we knew; would we proceed?
Perhaps the point is not success, but aiming
Maybe we aren't really caged by existence
How could we then be freed?
And if there is no greater purpose waiting
If life's just what we make of it ourselves
Then shouldn't living precede?
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