Can life?

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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