This is the part where I say something dorky,
Always,
I wish life made sense,
That we knew our purpose,
The way robots have programmes,
With two or ten options,
Laid out straight forward,
Even if they had no reasoning,
Or sense of any kind,
At least we would know,
Have some idea,
As to why we were created,
What we're meant to accomplish,
Before our termination date,
Some sliver of life,
Some instruction,
Or guide,
To just give direction and meaning,
To our confused and half depressed being.