What would make life worth living for?
Surely not just to eat and sleep?
How could one bide each day, each second
If there wasn't something worth living for?
But is life an endless cycle?
That comes all to square-one
Like rain will soon be followed by sunshine
Every step ahead seems to be laid
Yet if this was the case
Would it imply life is no more than being mechanical?
The details may vary but the themes are similar?
Then is there any meaning to live for?
What breathes life into a living creature
How is the survival instinct being programmed?
That urges one forward
Even in the faces of the unknown and realms of darkness
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