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What is the meaning of life?

            I want it

But I cannot get it

I don’t want it

But it is what I have

            In abundance

What is this, tell me

I may know what I

            Need to do

To have it

And when I do it

Sometimes it feels like torture

            Why must it be so?

What is this, tell me

Sometimes it is fear

            Of the future

Of the things not known

Sometimes it is courage

That drives me on

I look at these ants

Do they ever grow tired?

Of searching for feeds

Before the onset

Some of them guarding the rally

Only one brought them

And yet I fear them

And kill them

I wish in my sobriety

I would be many things

But one at a time

Only then can I reach

A climax at any

They were three strips of sponges

Dumped, with rat bites

But the ants didn’t stop

Sniffing here sniffing there

Is there anything for me?

©Simon21