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meaning-of-life.rb

Escapril 2019
Prompt: any dreams?


taylor@linuxbox:~$ ruby meaning-of-life.rb
Every 24 hours we drop
(Though some are shaky on the steps).
We slow dance to the circadian symphony:
Walk, 
Drop, 
Dream, 
Stop, 
Repeat.
A dancing plague —
Stop dancing and you die.
Even the ants sleep each day for 16 minutes,
Why?
What do they dream?
If there is a god, does he sleep too?
Are we his dream?
If you lived forever in a dream,
Would you know it?
Would you learn to hear the hoofbeats
Of a nightmare dashing across your mind?
If you finally awoke from a world of
Teeth falling out, 
Tripping and falling, 
Being chased,
And being naked at school,
Would you relax and stop asking, 
"Why? Why? Why?"
taylor@linuxbox:~$ █