Perfect Contradiction

The perfect contradiction,
Is to be born only to eventually die,
We make theories or a prediction,
To find out the why?

Yet, that’s exactly what life is about,
We’re born to die, we sleep to wake,
A contradictory, continuous roundabout,
For no reason, for no sake,

Don’t meet this thought with¬†resistance,
Only with a mind of liberation,
For no meaning in our existence,
Is the exact meaning of our creation,

We are absolutely everything,
We are the undefinable middle,
We are absolutely nothing,
A solvable, unsolvable riddle.

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