Where are we?
In this place
This space
This life
This existence
Do we stand to be snuffed out
By our own well-doing
Or does doing well
Bring us life?
Does it matter to those
Who don’t mind
Or to those whose mind
Only matters in ways
Of self-righteousness?
Can we find ourselves
Free ourselves
Love ourselves
That we may love others?
This is hope
This is faith
This is what we strive for
Or are we merely dreaming?
