I think, I would prefer to choose for myself,
Whether I live or die.
Though admittedly one might argue,
That some being could exist, 'far more knowledgably than myself,
Or I could be placed in a situation, where my knowledge has left me.
. .
As things stand though, I am not convinced you know better than myself, what is good for me,
Sofar as the (Generally agreed notion of 'Good goes)
. . .
Sorry about the poetry below,
But this conversation strikes some chord in me,
That past thoughts, observations in me, want to sing.
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I run away from my pain,
Just to live another day,
While there's something to gain,
'I dream to wake again.
- 20Aug2016
Existence be worthy, to my mind.
Oh, I'll laugh to myself,
For days come and gone,
Be it minutes, hours, or days,
I can still think of new ways to play,
And I'll take weeks, and months, and years if I can,
For there's still so much to dream and build on,
Decades and centuries be nice,
And were I to reach a millennium,
I don't think I'd 'ever choose to die.
- 5July 2017
'Still life has enjoyment for me.
Under the stars,
Breathing night air,
Feeling the reasons,
Of why I'm still here,
Been times past,
I'd feel like shit,
Why I keep going?
Moments as this.
- 6Oct2017
Oh we've all got good days and bad days,
Times we squeal with laughter,
Times we scream with pain,
We've highs we climb and overlook all,
And depressions into which we fall,
It's knowing that life's up 'And down,
One might stride through,
Using a stoic attitude.
- 2Nov2017
Though our life begin to tick to an end from our start,
There's ways we can go about it.
Let us be merry,
And let us not tarry,
On which we can't change or deny,
For there's life left to lead,
And grinning and mead,
And songs and tales to be done,
There's company to be had,
Whether good or the bad,
We might as well live on.
- ?
There is 'meaning in our continuance.
There's times in life where you feel no respite,
Stress, worry, leading to melancholy,
Environments causation,
Depressants entitlement,
Oh, but even a free will denier,
Or refuter of life hereafter,
Can still dare pray, hope,
That we were made strong,
Enough to but try,
- 24Apr2018
Many days, I would prefer not to,
But what else does exist in this life?
By that I'm meaning, One's word, Their duties, And commitments,
This all laid upon the back,
That perplexing state, bringing weariness and lightness both,
Though I would prefer not to,
There's people, One feels obliged to,
Tasks started, and not yet finished,
And yet a nyet, crosses the mind, to life's grand design,
Life's purpose, live or die?
Continue on, I would say, though I chose not to start,
I would prefer not to,
Ah, Still, Still I'll distill what's important, supposedly,
The values everyone speaks,
And live, and be, and worry, and weary, That's the heavy,
That I would prefer not to,
But still, grit your teeth, look for the light,
That allows a person, will to fight,
Walk forward, and fulfil empathies obligation,
That feeling for others,
Or when not for other people, just for me myself,
Preferring life's pleasures,
Looking ahead, letting it flow,
To what in life you do prefer.
8May2018
There is contradictions in man,
Sometimes the ending rings high against the living,
But 'I, have 'always wanted to live.
