
Can shattered corpses make meaning of life?
Or deaf men, meaning of sounds
Or broken men, the power of strength
Can blind men see through the veils and behold sight?
Or the lame walk the path of certainty
Or the condemned, the path of mercy
Or the defiled, the sacredness of virtue
Or the poor, the city of gold
Or the forgotten, the touch of love and remembrance
Or is Life is simply the mirage of beauty and hope
A tiny fibre of illusion
Stretching reality until the soul wanes away in hopelessness
And all that is left is the emptiness
The still darkness overwhelming life itself
But just as the darkness takes over
I see a light flickering in the dark
I see hope
I see opportunity
So can hope give life meaning?
And success meaning to pursuit.
Or can life just be life?
Whatever that is.
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