What is the meaning of life?

Is it outings, and fine dining?

Rainbow dishes with sparkling wine?

Or moments of syncing breaths?

With a lover, face-to-face?

Is it a sunset from the balcony?

As two dance with passion, to the sound of a romantic brass?

Or is it a family around a fire?

With tea and friendly satire?

Who, by the falling of a star.

Each, wishing their dreams transpire.

Or is it strangers in a bar, gathering to conspire?

What is the meaning of life?

Is it prophecies foretold, of bliss and sorrow, that unfold?

To the people who stay, what should I say?

The ones I hold, the ones for whom I pray.

What will be important when the white light flashes before my eyes?

What is the meaning of this life?

For me, isn’t she the meaning?

The one brightening my mornings.

When the final darkness appears,

I want to live to fight another day.

To slay demons; and let them bludgeon me by her side.

I want to feel the taste of her lips.

Breathe the scent of beauty embodying her skin.

Before that light comes, I want to listen to the song of her beating heart,

The sombre touch of her graceful lyrics.

Thank you, brother.

I prayed that the blackbird would not pick my brain.

Without pain, what do I gain?

But how long does it take to save a soul?

Guilt, like a destructive elephant, entrenches the mind.

And time, like a loose arrow, catches shortly behind.

But if angels can bleed, who am I to whine?

What is the meaning of life?

I ask, thinking mine would be different.

A broken heart and broken bottles mark my insatiable past.

But still, I ask, 

What is the meaning of life?

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