Reflections via poem

Been trying to get into poetry and have been contemplating life. Would love to get some feedback on this.

Senseless

When I think about my life on this planet,
The insignificance of a blue dot,
I imagine lifting an illusional blanket,
From the proverbial Matrix cot.
Scholars, scientists, theologians and monks,
Have long struggled to identify,
Years of research, meditation, gone bunk,
Without the meaning of life to rectify.
Vast is the universe as is our passion,
To find the purpose and justify,
Why we build cities, towers and mansions,
Though all the while we vilify.
Maybe it’s a matter of time or maybe the struggle is endless,
The search for the capitol T Truth, is all but relentless.
For now we must be content to settle,
Here with our little niche,
While our consciousness continues the battle,
With humanity’s universal glitch.
The purpose of our lives we find for ourselves,
A meaning hewn from abstract,
This journey compels and it overwhelms,
That seems to be life’s contract.
This perspective is frankly depressing,
For more reasons than one,
But a baby born with maternal caressing,
A joyous occasion undone.
Most people live happy lives regardless of these facts,
I guess the illusion must require a fair amount of tacts.
Or maybe it’s just plain and simple,
Who really gives a shit,
Nobody’s really holding us accountable,
There’s no all knowing power in the metaphorical cockpit.
So be celibate, be sober and be pure to your desire,
Because regardless of sex and drugs, the universe will still conspire,
You’ll live your life with faith and purity,
And condemn others to damnation,
But even with your feigned security,
We are all still slaves to annihilation.