Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.
If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.
Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.
I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.
Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.
So
“Give me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.
If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.
Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.
I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.
Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.
So
“Give me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
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