Why I Love Life
Why I Love Life
The bitterness of my heart’s quiet strife,
And the sorrow of all passing things,
Prompt me to ask why I should love life—
Why I endure to see what the future brings.
With solemn resignation and one final tear,
How hilariously simple the path would be—
To silence all that I’ve come to fear,
And bleed into the bath, set quietly free.
So much pain, and for what end?
Why chase a goal that stays unmet?
Or simply by existing, break and bend,
And nurse old wounds that never forget?
The blooming of the fragile rose,
And of the rose-like souls within humanity,
Is so tragically rare only God knows
Why the purest souls do not all wither into insanity.
And when I pluck that tender flower—
That fleeting hint of springtime's grace—
It only reminds me of the hour
That fades with each slow chime in place.
Ding sounds the clock that will not wait,
Each chime—a moment gone, erased.
A second lost, a sealed fate,
A breath unlived, a joy displaced.
If time rewound—what lips would I have kissed?
What dance embraced before the night grew late?
What laugh, what hug, what touch was missed—
What love was lost to time and fate?
So whether I love life or not—I endure all the same.
There is but one true measure:
Can I suffer... and not break?