what?

What is this life I asked myself?

Sunshine, meadows and rain?

Or is there something deeper still

Intermixing joy and pain?

What is the truth I wondered aloud?

Is it the absence of lies?

Or more a stream of conscious thought,

Flying in bright blue skies.

What is passion and devotion? I said.

The want that wants some more?

Or is it a devilish mirage,

Meant to embolden the soul?

Why do dreams die horrible deaths?

And why do fears respawn?

Why is money universally praised?

Loyalty and trust withdrawn.

What is the world I finally thought?

The play of yin and yang?

With these thoughts, I stepped off

The edge whilst my spirit sang.