The day wanes
    its hours dissolve
    into the womb of time
    we are defined then
    by that we have done
    or left undone-

     should we turn away
     as those past moments
     stare at our very face?

     life and I
    I and life
    encounters and I
    I and encounters
    the making of me
    the unmaking of me-

    reason versus feelings
   feelings versus reason
   love and I
  I and love
  did I fail?

   life is not made
  for excuses
  
   what's my worth?
   have I morally
  died?