Grieving Life
This is why they ask?
This is why they had to ask?
What is a life?
What is living?
This is what they want to ask
Slumped upon a sandy beach.
Impaled by nature's windy deciet
Puts to questions what is life
How do these answers love to hide!
If life is what we call living.
Then can I ask, what is living?
If living is the act of being present
Tell me what makes a being present?
If being present is to breathe?
Then how do we cease breathing?
In breath if there is concious will
How can we now will it?
If Will were many the might of men
Then life would be an open book
If we were conscious of this breathing
Then man would feel the chore of living
And forget to sustain in presence
What seems a gamble of the winds and a laughter of the fires
Can leave men to question questions
And devine answers with more questions
This is why we had to ask
This is why I needed to know
That is what they ask?
What really is living?
What is life?
LIFE?
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2017
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