Well I wrote this the other day, I didn't know if it's a poem or not. But I wrote it like one.

What is the World?
What is the world?
Nothing more then a living space.
A living space for organisms.
For things with no sense of being.

Do you find yourself wondering?
Wondering about what will happen next?
The things you'll do?
The things that will happen?

Well so do many others?
Are you alone in the world?
Looking for a home?
Trying to find your way?
Looking for that place?

That one special place?
Where you are never alone.
Where everything just goes away?

Well...you'll never find it.
Not in a million years.
With Years to come, You'll search and search.
To never find it. Not at all.

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As long as these struggles are aimless, We will all be standing still.

When worded correctly, truth is never a cliché; This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.