Am I Missing Something Here?

Was I sick the day in school when

they taught the meaning of life?

I remember when I was young, 

thinking everyone knew what was

going on except me; walking 

straight ahead with purposeful, 

intent looks on their faces, not

blinking. 

I hadn't heard about robots yet.

I didn't realize at the time that most

people do what they do just because

that's what they've always done, and

only scramble when it doesn't work,

like insects when the rock's removed.

That feeling; that something's slightly

off, that life is somehow incomplete,

that when we reach the goal we,

irritatingly, never get anywhere, that 

change happens  whether we like it

or not.

For me, the feeling led to inquiry...

for others, it led to sports, i.e.,

the cornucopia of distraction.

I wish I knew a punchline.