The Truth of Living


Some insist all life is dreaming,
One day we’ll wake and understand.
Others say all dreams are lives
We’re living in concurrent lands.

I don’t know the truth of living-
At times I fear there’s nothing more:
No spirit breathes beyond this life,
No other lifetimes came before.

Every joy, so fleeting, fragile,
Every sorrow’s brittle pain,
Weave together fresh tomorrows
Tinged with hope I can’t explain.

Life is whirling all around me.
All my life I’ve watched this dance.
Still I long to find my place,
And reason to give life a chance.