Meaning

I will not live on

There is no beyond

My soul withers and dies

My brain cries and cries

Cliche though it seems

Helping is what it needs

My hands sit idle

My hair in a pile

What will now motivate

It is why I create

My feet cannot carry me

My hands always empty

It is how I live

To give and give

What I cannot do without:

A life that has meaning