What is the purpose of life?

Live, love, laugh
Does Hallmark have a copyright?
A pleasant idea, a pretty picture
Positively positive and perfectly partial

Shift towards another subject, a different book
Living for lives, sex
To make love, fornicate, and fuck
Intercourse, reproduce, and mate. Rinse and repeat

Instead of using a mirror, examine the ground
Search and dig for the earthworm
The one who lives the life
That may be written in reverse

Look quickly and unable to tell
Head from tail, back from front
And never knowing
If he is awake or in a dream

We get rid of his food
And value his wastes
They don’t need to see
Nor do they seem to hear

Spends his day on the bottom
Hidden in the dark, in the dirt
Where he is born and brought to life
Knowing nothing of the sun

And during the time
We all run inside
When the clouds come
And things turn to gray

The worms embrace it
They come out and seemingly enjoy it
Until the sun shines and we open our doors
The rain dries, leaving him stranded with no where to hide

He ends in the light
And lays in the open
No one to mourn
No one simply cares

As you read his journal
You might realize
The worms only purpose
Is to dance in the rain, and die

Miles C.

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