He spoke the words, "Just live."
As the prophet spoke aloud, the people shook in fear
The words were not frightening, but were still truth
As the people saw their future, bringing them tears
Asking why joy was a moment reserved for youth
A time fleeting, as none could turn back the years
Sorrow, aging followed, trust unsupported by proof
So the people asked themselves, repeatedly
Why should I endure, if the rest of life is decay
Why should one bother, if all that is left is pain
What is life, if the sorrows grow increasingly?
It doesn't matter, the prophet said, the key to life
Is to live. Just live. It is all there is.
Find a purpose, exist, and hope
Unceasingly
"To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become
presence, means accepting the risk of absence.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
