What if we cannot see?
The bluest of skies;
the clearest of seas.
The beauty around us
no-one to appreciate its majesty.
What if we cannot taste?
The lips of the one we love
The fresh air, blowing freely.
Or the food and drink provided by the earth
to keep us from the finality of death.
What if we cannot feel?
The one one we hold most dear;
who holds our heart with theirs.
Or to feel the warmth of a fire,
pleasant on our uncovered skin.
What if we cannot smell?
The scent of a flower in full bloom;
It’s aroma intoxicating and sweet.
Or the smells of our home we miss
whenever we are not there.
What if we cannot hear?
The sound of cleansing rain on the window
or the music that speaks to our every being.
Or the sound of a newborn baby
crying for it’s mother.
What if the meaning of life is our senses?
To See.
To Taste.
To Feel.
To Hear.
To Smell.
Would life be worth living,
if we cannot experience it fully?
The intricacies of life all around;
no-one could appreciate them,
how truly perfect they are.
What if we were never born with them?
It’s hard to miss something
you never had to begin with.
So for those who haven’t experienced these sensations.
Life is still worth living.
What if this life is false?
Reality isn’t what it seems?
What if this is all just a dream
and we don’t know any differently?
What if we were never born at all?
This is a poem I submitted in Philosophy and Ethics as an assignment. We had to write a piece about the meaning of life.