When I was small, I lived for the
mornings, the winter and snow.
I lived to count the stars, look into a
Cackling fire and believed in laughing aloud.
Then i grew to know stars are far.
So i wanted to live my dreams
I wanted to fight my battles and
win games and wars. I was studying
hard, believing it would change my fate.
But, then it did all except changing my fate.
But, I believed then that i would not hate
A world so strong and fair. But, then i knew
What this all was, and felt I could live for love
of all kinds, fair, sweet, glorifying, dashing
love. But then I found to love others
you need to love, yes, love yourself more
Love that you need carries you afar.
Love oneself and change oneself is all
we can do, we cannot do anything more
But if all does it well, then alone the world changes
Since then you learn to love others more.
But to love oneself, you have to not be unfair
In your own eyes, the world is such now,
for many believe in their own unfairness
Where man is bound by many chains,
Invisible, daunting and scary claims growing
in others brains. I live not now, only breathe
But i still wish to live and love oneself again.
I wish it could all be done well yet we live
and not be a forgotten human race slained.
3 thoughts on “Why do I live?”
This is so beautifully written. Loved the way you portrayed how we become complicated as we transcend in life
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