I am flying to the sun
and I am wondering about the cold life I leave behind.
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Are we damned to always run in this never ending wheel?
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Why, the nights I like to drink the most, are the empty ones?
Why, the most depressing mornings are the ones coming from yesterday’s parties ?
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Are we just machines operating to reaching meaningless goals?
Is it meaning, the lubricant of our robotic nature?
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They suggest to construct the meaning that serves you
but how can you teach a kid to believe again in Santa Claus
when is already aware that he doesn’t exist?
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The nights that reality kicks in,
I hold my glass high.
I drink to the cruelness and the absence of meaning of this universe.
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Miracles…
living on a spinning blue round planet,
lost somewhere in the universe,
searching for meaning.
-The end-
Thank you for reading my poem.
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