This moment...

In moments like these, this question unfolds

To flow or not to flow with the folds

To see what you should or what you are told

To murmur and surrender or instead, to be bold

The places are here,

The joy-Alas!

The laughter is here,

The happiness-Alas!

The thoughts that cross as you wet your eye

For, to live is to breathe and to breathe is to die

The anticipations had risen, the wait seemed long

And life seemed as if just on the brink of a song

And then, the slump, the fall and the slide

And then this question in the middle of the ride

My heart called upon me, "Is this why I am here,

My master-Do you care? My master-Do thee care?"

And I answer, "O clock,

that ticks back to my grave,

It's in times like these

that you ought to be brave

And I care for thee, therefore I councel you now

Do as you desire, but never just bow"

For it's in his dignity, that a man is honoured

And you need your genuineness when you find you are cornered

And you need yourself to make yourself believe

That to live is to breathe and to breathe is to live.