What is life and what is love? What is death and what is pain? To all those who live, what is freedom? And to all the living corpses, what is sacrifice? What is honesty, faith and compassion? What part of it is being human?
Why begin wars when you can end them? Why follow others when you can walk your own path? If memories exist why do you forget them? But if memories are painful then why not erase them? Why please society when you can be yourself? Why is being human the most difficult challenge?
"What is life and what is love?" This first line was in my head for days like it wanted me to continue and so I came up with this short poem. Though I'm not happy with the second verse.