What would you do
if you had an eternity
to do whatever you wish?
Would you, read every book
for knowledge and truth
to capture the essence of life?
Or maybe you'd paint
swirling your brush silently
on the grandest of frames
beyond the walls of time.
Sadly, it all ends.
Every word written,
every stroke made
every stone carved
wash away like the sand in the ocean,
within the ashes of the infinite cosmos.
It costs us many tiresome hours and allnighters
for the smallest cause - fulfilling our dreams, small and grand.
Funny, how everything ends.
No one lays in a bed of roses
in their final moments, in fact
time keeps moving forward
and actions don't make the reality bend.
Reproduction seems pointless for everything we bestow
upon the future generations is gone with the wind tomorrow.
Is it all pointless?
No matter the struggle of our soul to get noticed by somebody just for a second
in this abyss we call life, we ask ourselves - is it worth it?
Is it worth all the suffering,
just because we feel and feel just because we exist
repeating a cycle that's already sealed?
To answer the question before
what I would do if I had all the time in the universe
is try hard, until my bones were sore.
Naive - perhaps, considering all the previous words,
but maybe that's all we have.
Maybe trying and even failing
is the right thing to do
just to make something beautiful, because everything else hurts.
Maybe life isn't so cruel
and it's all a facade
created by sadness
and loneliness being it's fuel.
Either way, it's all I have
and I won't stop trying
for all the hours I've spent working
all the days I've wasted
in a sad week of crying
will all be for nought if I just quit.
Someday, I might also create something worth remembering,
but before that day, I'll try until I fit.
