I live for no one else but me,
not for a cause, a god, a person,
or some power or organisation that
thinks it owns me and the world.

No, just for me alone I live, for it is me
that has to face the terror in the back
room, and the joy of living and constructing
a meaning out of this unending flow of thinking,
doing and being, and it is me that has to come
to the terminus of opening death’s door.

And before you call me selfish and
condemn this awful truth, think again:
think about this life of yours that was thrown
into the world for you to make, to unmake,
to be whatever it is, what it might become:
and, so, it is yours, and yours alone.

 

3/6/2026