As you pass through life, you'll be told
That having any memory isn't the same
Live with abandon, experience all things
Memories are the loud echoes of existence
Solitary comforts that become lonely, old
Or trapped in our flesh, selfish, not giving
Heaven stands out as being truly distant
And we cry for our sorrow and our cost
As we lose our faith, of a love grown cold
A complex commentary of life is lost
A good life traded for one without hope
Unless you capture the meaning within
We cry for the folly of a failed humanity
For love is the great and sole gift to bring
No matter how pale, wounded or wearing
The luxurious beautiful silk of friendship
The great and magnificent tapestry of love
Healing you and quickly evolve your being
Even as your dead flesh now turns dust
“Life has no meaning, the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.” Jean-Paul Sartre
