Insistent Question

What is living like?
why am i here?
i am reflected in everything
the world is my mirror

i gaze out, expectant
wondering what its all for
categorizing experience
ever searching for more

yet my eyes fall on emptiness
and my soul is washed clean
of all prejudices
that shadow my dreams

a meaning to life
remains yet unfound
rejecting the answer
while theories expand

sleep-driven manifestations
revolve and contort
reality into pixels
dementia my only consort

surviving the moment
with ultimate diversion
worshiping life
in a temple of perversion

a twisted admission
a macabre scene
please tell me, i beg of you....
what does this all mean????