Do our lives matter
If in time we will soon be
Fully forgotten?Lacking legacy,
We’re now free to forge our own
Meaning for our moment
This poem is a pegunta. The idea is to have the first stanza raise a question that the second stanza answers.
Blast from the Past:
Stop looking for a
Meaning; you are the meaning
Start being yourself.
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)