A Life

What is a life?
Is the beating of a soft red pump
And the movement of air in and out
Enough, or is there more?

Is the governing consciousness a life,
Does it matter more than the multitude
Of individuals that make up the great city
That is a human, or is each it's own life?

As I lean here looking at the sky
Wondering if the world would know I was gone,
I ponder, do I have the right?
Would you kill ten million souls
To topple a government of but a handful,

If I define my life as helping
Make a difference, making things better,
And if my efforts amount to nothing,
Is believing in your individuality enough 
Even if that belief exists solely within your own mind,
Does it define a life?

Maybe, just maybe, life is not defined
But still I wonder, how to make the best of my life
When I fail to understand what life is

This is why I write
So my Journey is written
One poem at a time
So someday, when I inevitably
Succumb to the law of time
My Journey will help someone else
Define their life

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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