You might ask yourself,

what is the meaning of our surreal  existence?

The truth, my dear friend,

I'm not sure there is one

first, we must ask ourselves, 

what are we.

We are Lab Rats

to a sadistic invisible man

in the sky

-that is not a way to live-

Some argue theatrically

life should be lived for others,

what do I owe them though

if I live for them

who will live

for me