The Haiku [kind of]

In moments of a 

Vast day, we face weird hours; and

All the knowledge may

Not answer, "Why am I here?"

Hear out what the Earth

Asserts, "Questions sans answers?

Judge them never with

Downcast looks; They are common."

But at these moments,

Hope to live than to survive.

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