please don’t close your eyes to me.

Please tell me what I am doing on this earth for?
I feel like we grow up to learn how to make money, then we find a career and make the money, then we die whilst making the money. I don’t understand what the big fuss is all about over a piece of paper we call money. Why? Why strive for something which can then do what to us once it is gone? Make more money?I have long given up on figuring out what my purpose on this earth is for, I live everyday on auto pilot because I have realised that there is no purpose, there is no trick, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Deny me your lips, your hands, your smell.
But never deny me my dignity, independence, existence.