Why have I been put on this Earth?
To live just to lose?
I keep on asking myself,
if I was allowed to choose
my person, my future, my destiny,
would I truly be happy?

The answer is
it's the fighting, the yearning,
the pondering, the burning,
that gives a reason to living
My suffering is a symphony
That builds and rings until one day,
In a clashing crescendo,
Discordant sounds align
and resolution is reached.
A peaceful resolve
will give strife
its meaning