the simplest question of all
What is it?
Is it defined by the number of breaths we take?
Is it the number of days lived in the physical world?
Or by the times we’ve felt alive?
And what is a life worth living?
Essentially we are a compilation of matter and light so what do we live for?
The days that make us feel hope.
Is it when the hourglass turns out empty atop?
Is it the day we stop living or the day we stop feeling alive?
The last of Pandora’s box.
It is ours. To help us through succumbing to life.