Without my dreams do I have a reason
To live not just survive?
Can I draw a breath of inspiration
Once again to feel alive?

Without hope can I climb that next hill?
Or will I retreat into my shell?
Can I find my life's answers in a pill,
Or remain in this sickness in which I dwell?

Without love do I have a reason to exist?
Will I in isolation, sink into the abyss?
Will past patterns of defeat persist?
Or will I know different from that first kiss?

Time spent here is finite that's true
And death awaits us at journey's end.
It feels like I'm behind in all I want to do.
Yet perhaps I'm ahead having made just one friend.