Ultimate Truth

*This poem was first published on wordpress on, 1 September 2012.

The meaning of life,

An age old question.

It cuts like a knife,

The true confession.

The will to live,

The need to breathe,

The sign to see,

Defined, are we?

Resigned to a fate,

Where all is at stake.

The struggle to fake,

To make or break.

The shackles we bind

Of our own device,

Lead us to the tide

Of our own demise.

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