Why do you live?
—I ask as you claw
your way to the
loft you so cravedWhy do you live?
—I ask as you fall back
a distance greater than
where you startedWhy do you live?
—I ask as you fight
for what you believed in
and fail at itWhy do you live?
—I ask as you waste
your life thinking of things
that you don't matterAnd yet you manage
to throw that question
back at meWhy do I live?
—you ask as I dig
a ditch that will someday
devour meWhy do I live?
—you ask as I try
to change something
that won't go my wayWhy do I live?
—you ask as I strike
my hand in a pledge
I won't ever fulfillWhy do I live?
—you ask as I stay
inside a cage that
I have built, myselfSo why do we live?
—perhaps, just to
Why do we live?
—it's a question
I'd like to answer
with this journey
I undertook
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...