Nothing Without Us

For life, For dreams, For eternity Our lives elude our perception. Life is a mystery. A tree of endless do's and dont's. There is purpose, There is meaning. But we have neither. From cradle To grave We struggle to make meaning Of our existence But none of us ever takes a glimpse Into that which is us. That which is our very essence.Is it worth our salt That we find solace in trivial maters, In careers, In distance, In race, In creed, In all that may be a short-cut To our existence? The noble of the noblest, The rich of the richest, The poor of the poorest, The soul and vanity. All these entities are never satisfied. Why? I am not a prophet But he who has not loved Has not lived. I will love, Or at least I will try to live.