Gyrfalcon Posted January 19, 2002 Report Posted January 19, 2002 What is life, then? Is it mindless breathing? Automatic tasks, without thought? Breathing and eating and breeding? What is there, that makes this life And not nothing at all? There must be something, That makes it worth living. There is that subtle, wondrous Something, that makes life worth So much more then toiling Like an ant in the dirt. Experiences, sensations, thoughts dreams, and hopes, and fears terror, excitement, and emotions And everything that goes into life. These are why we continue to live, Everything a fresh sensation to thrill Or please or pain or mourn or frighten Sensations, a spice for life. Dreams to lift, and to stir hope, the last Of Pandora's Box, to give us life and meaning And a desire to better the world Fears, innocent terrors as we are younger, Known terrors as we're older, the ghosts jumping Out of the closets of our lives, giving us a shock. The excitement of a roller coaster, the terror of something Jumping out of the closet, before the light Is switched on and its only a coat, The thrill of doing something 'they' all said You could never do, not in a million Years but you proved them Wrong, wrong, wrong. Pleasure and pain, two sides of a coin Flip and let it fall, see what comes up this time Happiness? Sadness? Who can tell, time to roll the dice And see where they fall, for all life is chance And its time to take a chance, And live your life.
Guest Signe Green Posted January 19, 2002 Report Posted January 19, 2002 lovely, Gyr! you should write more poetry, your turn of phrase is admirable and you paint vivid pictures. Signe's Homepage
Peredhil Posted February 6, 2002 Report Posted February 6, 2002 Well stated, well phrased, and a call to arms. If you never push a limit or rise above the grey of existence, have you truly lived? If you deny all potential pain, you've denied all potential love as well. Although I'd put a bid in for the breathing eating and breeding part... -Peredhil
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