What gives us breath?

thyreez Poems

Every human regrets existence at least once To the bumbling genius and even the competent dunce Assuming we live just to meet our demise Thinking this is hell, humanity must be a disguise Contemplating a worse case scenario Like a curse, falling down like a domino Ripping off hair, skin, even your very own soul Begetting traits of a meat puppet with no true goals Yet, even then, we choose to exist Through tears and fears we choose to exist When we feel queer, as we smear tears, we we choose to admit at our lowest point, on our knees we choose to submit The same emotions that invite us to death are all the same Those that are frightened by it feel too ashamed Telling us to jump off a roof, yet dissuading us bit by bit Vera Causa and effect, the reason yet the precipice Our own heart hates us Yet saves us when we want to dismiss Maybe it's the birds chirping joyfully The sound of children ceremoniously The that of "It'll get better" "It must get better!" Or that our Death brings a greater regret Be that as it may, Exist Guilelessly and Free Sometimes your very constraints are the ones you cannot see To Be or Not to Be, or answer is yours To see this life as a blessing, or an arduous Chore