All We Have is This
What is life but a series of do-overs until we finally get it right
Or, crash and burn into our futures

What is death but a transference of our energy over and over again
Or, a goodbye for now on this earth

What are stars but luminous balls of fire framing up the skies in blackest night
Or, cracks in heaven’s floors, about to burst

What is breath but the way we cycle moments and ensure that we’re still alive
Or, a way to cheat the end from birth

What is love but the presence of selfless desire for those who sense what’s inside
Or, an escape from a pain that’s worse

What is hope but a way to nourish the mind of a future that’s filled with bliss
Or, disproof that all we have is this

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