This journey from birth to death
Many moments, flashes in time.
Happiness, joy, sadness and pain
All meaningless.

We were born to be alone
And alone is what we will be
For all the ships that cross our paths
Are momentary.

Friends and lovers come and go
And darkness falls around us
A new day, a new beginning
And a new sun is shining.

And when the lights fade slowly
And when the night sets in
Bodies mingle, entwined and warm
The soul remains alone.

For loneliness rests within us
Dormant or awake
And mingled bodies, entwined and warm
Do nothing to diminish it.

And all the fantasies that man creates
Attempting to fill his soul
Love and marriage, families and children
Are clouds that hide the rain.

For, as we make this journey from birth to death
Attempting to give life meaning
We start alone and end alone
But must we shatter the illusion?

Those brief moments of joy
Those unending moments of pain
Are those the ones that set us free
And finally make life worth living?

The answers are not clear to me
But as I sit here typing
I know that without my dreams
I might as well be dying.