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The everyday rush,
The voice never hushed:
What's the truth, what's the meaning?
Is there purpose for living?
I ask when I pause,
When I feel that I've strayed.
Am I holding the cause,
Or is it my fate?
If I search really deep,
Will I find what I want?
What lies far I can't grip,
But if close - it might hurt.
Every day if I think,
I might fall in a trap.
All will end in a blink -
With no memories, no love.
So do I have an answer?
Do I know what and how?
Was it before, is it after?
I don't know; I only live now.