I know that I'm imperfect, considering flaws as scars
Each scar may come as a lesson or forgotten memoirs
Ultimately I've been tormented by failure, I fail often
A look in the mirror reveals a curse, and my life fallen
The world survives orbit and the sun's flares and spots
But we are not so powerful, so perfectly hung in orbit
How can one survive upon the aging and being forced
To lose all knowledge or wisdom that I have gathered
As my mind atrophied, and my body is crippled. I lose
For every fact I fought to gain is lost. Life is no riddle
I will choose surrender, losing all ability to remember
Age is unfair, and life has no honor, yet I'll live by it
My life is left to rot, but I was set free disabled
Made to care when all my existence is cursed
“Live to the point of tears.”
