Dearest Life,
I couldn't move on because I know That there is more to just living and then dying, That there is more to easing hunger and quenching the thirst, That there is more to work than to keep food on the table, That we are born for a greater cause and for that cause we are allowed to die. I couldn't move on dearest life, I wouldn't move on And shrug my shoulders and toil in a prison people had made for themselves. I could see its cold, steel bars ever dwindling and I'd rather die outside it. I couldn't move on dearest life, I dare not move on- When I know something worthy is being set aside for the call of the churning gut, And that meaning of freedom is distorted, And you, yourself became an oppressor. I couldn't move on because I couldn't bear it, That we are here to take the first and last breaths when I know there is more to that. There is more to that, I knew it because it speaks to me in my sleep, Calling out to me disturbing my selfish pe