how does one find purpose
in a boring nine-to-five job?
there is no deep meaning
in an everyday commute.
depression begins to sink in,
for tomorrow will be the same.
and the day after, and the next ...
what is it all for? to what end?
dissect my life into simple pieces,
such as work and livelihood ...
with a few moments of joy
strewn like sprinkles on a cake.
few and far between they are,
not enough to consider happiness.
so i live in the here and now ...
trying to convince myself it's enough.
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