Before I tasted of the offerings
I was told I had to know before hand
Because one taste was too much to have
But then I found that suicide
And that led me to such suffering
I realized that it was fair to demand
A measure of commitment before I began
Dying
Living isn't enough
Without love
Living is suffering itself
If nothing is left
After the first run
Lying
Is to say
Everything ends well
Everything good is knowable
If I choose to slay
Me
I will end in hell
Well so be it
That is just the way
It will be
“So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for
the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the
deep happiness.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, All the Sad Young Men
