Friend, you are the universe.
Know that as you weep alone,
All of this was unrehearsed
Expressions of the unknown.

You are as much randomness,
As an echo of battle,
Old records of callousness,
Made self reflective prattle.

An apex of existence,
Speaking to it of beauty
With unyielding persistence
And a false sense of duty.

You do not owe anything;
To live and breathe is enough.
Why spend your time worshipping,
The jailor and his handcuffs?

There is much to venerate
With no need to stray outside
Instead one should celebrate
What existence has implied.

One: You are here observing.
That from which you were sculpted,
The success of preserving
Knowledge in one who’s trusted.

Trusted for your survival,
Trusted to keep on fighting,
To witness your arrival
And to put it in writing.

Two: Much has been overcome,
Once lame, now you run meters,
Once deaf to everyone,
Now an eloquent speaker.

So much world was ingested
That you were set to rupture,
But instead you invested,
Putting those forms to structure.

Three: Nothing is eternal,
Once you are gone, it’s finished;
There is not an external,
No reward, nothing punished.

The birth and the conclusion
Bind your story like bookends;
So enjoy the delusion,
And let your fiction distend.