Is it just responsibility

That keeps us going, beyond our ability?

We run from it, to not take responsibility of others

And yet we keep it too, staying alive for others

To fulfill our vanity

To do something for the big bad world

To make sense of insanity

To survive and not be lured

By dark thoughts like pulled by some gravity

There is no 1 'purpose'

After all, you know it rhymes with circus

Its just a combination of everything, what bogus

It don't matter, we all are losers

Sailing through life, just some plain cruisers