The Void

I understand that life can be a gift

A blessing weighing more than we can lift

A sentience that we in dreaming lack

But once we wake there is no going back

For even death has more in store for man

Than did that time before our lives began--

In spite of little moments I've enjoyed

I think I liked it better in the void

Wherein I dwelled before my day of birth

Until my parents damned me to the Earth

It is a deed I struggle to forgive

Because it's such a costly thing to live

The price is unimaginably steep--

I wish that I had never left that sleep

dubito ergo sum

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