To Live

I had walked through life Without an answer in sight Of what living could truly be. I searched and I pondered On what might be gathered If life's meaning found me. So with a hope and pen and paper I wrote what I felt the meaning of life could be. Try as I might After my minds great fight I looked down at my page just to see. I'd found that my answer Was always in sight When I wrote that, "To live is to write."