Is it in our nature,
To fear the life given,
And naively measure it,
When there is someone to hold on to.
Is it so obviously important,
That one avails the abundant,
Upon a secular thought,
As if we are expected to do so.
If life expresses meaning,
Then why does it hurt so much?
If love ventures the most,
Then where is its reward?
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