Joblessness, a burden that weighs upon the soul,
A constant reminder of purpose unfulfilled, goals untold.
Days blend together, a never-ending haze,
As the search for meaning becomes a frustrating maze.

The morning light, once a beacon of hope,
Now casts a shadow of doubt, a nagging scope.
The silence is deafening, a hollowed-out space,
Where the sound of productivity once brought a sense of pace.

The mind wanders, lost in thoughts of what could be,
As the world outside moves forward, wild and free.
The ache of inactivity, a gnawing, relentless guest,
A constant companion that refuses to rest.

But still, we hold on to hope, a glimmer of light,
A chance to rediscover, to ignite the spark within the night.
For in the darkness of joblessness, a chance to explore,
To find new passions, new paths, and a new sense of purpose in store.

So let us not be defined by the weight of empty days,
But by the strength of our resilience, our ability to find new ways.
For in the end, it's not the job that gives us worth,
But the courage to keep moving forward, to find new meaning on this earth.