At what point in the universe will be our end?
In what state will our souls cease to exist?
How many lives have we made a difference in the seconds we are given?

Our own betrayal will be our punishment
By not accepting to act
We are living a non cohesive existence
Do something

Be someone to somebody
Exist to help characterize the meaning of our brief existence
Be the light
Be the humorous soul to uplift others
Be you in your best moments

As to do nothing is to be is to be
Murderous
One stroke of ink can be the difference to having our existence prevail
Be our hero
Be our teacher
Be our love that we despise but naturally need
Be our own liberation