Weary am I with a life of mere existence;
I long for a life of living!
Life, in the absence of living,
is to be an existence of nihilism.
I desire to stand defiant
against nihilism and death,
to be a life of living,
to abandon this exilian prison.
For living is an act,
of being the antithesis of death
and re-joining the welcoming World,
but there is a proscenium to cross;
the proscenium against the living,
the barricade of ostracising man,
no entryway to the World-stage,
and the graves of what few have tried...