Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2024
You'll realize all the good times unforeseen.
If you don't want to live then you can dream.
Just go to sleep till you think sensibly.
Endure so we can hold you in esteem.

We're means to ends; we serve our purposes.
But ends are means, too, in and of themselves.
We aim to make sense of this life but miss
The reason why we live; why we're compelled.

Uncertainty hits hard right in the heart.
You'll find a place where truth is unconcealed.
You don't feel whole but life is just a part -
Just part of what you'll face before you're healed.

You're just one reason living is a gift.
Good reasons have a reason to exist.
Isaac Carden
Written by
Isaac Carden  26/M/USA
(26/M/USA)   
12
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems