7 September 2012

And your eyes grow dim

Over time as you realise

All you can be in this life

Is a sum of your parts,

Few are ever more,

All you can aim for

Is to try and leave a mark

On the life, heart,

Of another and

To be similarly scarred

In return by the heat and

And transient flame of

Passion, friendship, love;

That is a life lived well enough.

Irrational_KimmiA Life Lived Well Enough • Opuss № I