I sit and stare, a idle mind,
A life without purpose, unrefined.
No work to be done, no goals to chase,
Just living, existing, in this empty space.
The days blend together, a never-ending haze,
A monotony of living, a forever daze.
No drive to achieve, no passion to ignite,
Just a shell of a person, lost in the night.
But is this life truly what we're meant to lead?
To just exist, and nothing to heed?
I'll break free from this cycle, I'll find my way,
And live a life of purpose, starting today.
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