A Way To Survive

I wrote this today, so I still like it for now.

A Way To Survive

On a sunny day, he stares up at the sky,
And he could kill himself for never asking why.
And in these desperate times, people change their ways again,
But where he once had faith, now all he has are questions.

If the world was a poem, he would have been the pause,
In the sweet unwritten sonnet being spoken through the halls
of a house where love has found a way,
A way to survive.

He hears the experts on the radio saying man ain't got no soul,
It's just another thing the Greeks made up to make us feel,
a little less alone.
"Well if that's true," he said, "why the hell am I even here?"
"And to add to that, why is there order in the chaos?
Why is there hope in the fear?"

If the world was a poem, he would have been the pause,
In the sweet unwritten sonnet being spoken through the halls
of a house where love has found a way,
A way to survive.

He keeps a journal in his pocket, and he writes in it every day.
About the things that bring him joy, and everything that brings him pain.
"There is one thing that I know for sure," he wrote in it one time,
"It takes a whole lot more than breathing in and out to be alive."

If the whole world was a poem, he would have been the pause,
In the sweet unwritten sonnet being spoken through the halls
of a house where love has found a way,
A way to survive.