Some search for purpose
Many suppose they've found one
Filling in the gaps
With the spirit, father, and son
Only grasping at straws
Comforting faiths to dull the pain
Without inherent meaning
What point could there be for life?
This absurd human experience
Can it only be corrected by suicide?
Are we too, condemned
To push our boulder endlessly up the mount
Just to watch it fall again?
Only those who have wished for death
Truly know how good it is to live
Enveloping absurdity
Indifferent to the possibility of more
Solutions to stave the meaningless
Only dead ends once explored
All suffer and are destroyed
Inevitably slipping back into the void