To Live

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    To Live

    What is the meaning of life?
    Everyone wonders this,
    but no one has an answer.
    Is that because it varies between persons?
    Is the answer a dream? Or a certain person?
    For me, it doesn't seem enough-
    expected regular life.
    It's a joke to be schooled for 22 years
    then work the rest of your life.
    Where's the thrill?
    Why must we fulfill our parent's dreams?
    Forget college-I want adventure.
    I want to fill my empty life with experiences.
    Will I ever get that chance?
    I want to drive as fast as I can
    not give one damn.
    I want to fill the capacity to feel
    have it overflow.
    Be almost incapable to take it in.
    I want to see the world
    and past the world
    past everything.
    Be different than fake humanity.
    We are all failures
    in some way or another.
    We've all felt that void and wondered
    what could fill it.
    It's the something new-the unknown.
    I will not fail.
    I will be the best I can be.
    Not with grades or money or career,
    but with what I love.
    I will die with a smile.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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