Sisyphus by Rishi Patil
What is the meaning of this world
Where people suffer and are tortured at every corner?
While some didn’t have to move a finger for anything they have?
One may be tempted to give up due to what they are subjected to
For seemingly no reason at all
“We are destined for absolutely nothing”
But if so
Why do we feel joy?
Or love?
Or nostalgia or pride or inspiration?
We feel because we are inherently our own meaning
We feel because we are humans
And in this life slowly draining us
We have to fabricate the light at the end of the tunnel
To be willing to keep going
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