Nihilist

Why am I here

What am I doing here

This question scratches every mind

But no one ever breaks the surface

To find the secrets buried

In our origins

Concepts, ideas, thoughts

They have all displayed an attempt

To give us a reason to live

But none have given us a definition

Of our purpose

We are here

To not be here

For this question

Doesn't matter at all

When you take your perspective

To stand higher than others

And to realize

To the human race

Our purpose is to restrict purpose

Our dėsɨrės are beyond what we are selected to do

Specifics are outcasted

We cannot live

With the repetition of existence

For that is the definition of insanity

We are here to exclude normality

Although we claim that is what we are

We never deny the idea

Of being different, original

Our purpose

Is to not have a purpose

We do things for ourselves

Rather than a collective

And the biggest question we tell others

Is only to defy our fears

Why not?