A Thought in my mind©

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I always think, why are we really here?
When all people do is smoke and drink beer.
We do things in life, but what is the purpose for,
We work hard, as our feet get sore.
We work to pay bills,
No pretty house on top of a hill.
In the end what will I choose?
Will I triumph over it or will I lose?
I want to live in a world where I have a chance,
Where we all unite and take a stance.
Will I be able to handle what is dealt to me?
Or will I fail and let it be.
Will I have that understanding?
Will I still be contemplating?
What exist for me?
I believe its something I'll never quite see.