Given Bliss
Given Bliss
I find myself asking why,
why do I think like this?
My mind, filled of fog and mist,
thoughts of why I live.
With how I give,
I wish at times - die.
Though what could I miss?
Importantly, who will miss this,
this person, who lives,
who thinks he cannot give.
I, with my own eyes,
am blind to the bliss
that I give to this,
this plane of existence I live.
For what's given and what I give,
Live do I
Original date: Setember 7, 2021