The Human Condition

Oft I have cursed the nature of my bones and of my mind

Of pain that wracks both body and my soul

And curse the human condition, crippling agony

That comes with living in a world that takes a heavy toll

For death afflicts this world, the fleeting mortal human race

I wonder how such fragile beings come to lead this Earth

And how emotions strike us down and leave scars on our hearts

I wonder if the pain of love is all that it is worth

For to invest in loving another weak and mortal being

When time comes to take back from us what it had once bestowed

And I have seen far too much suffering upon this Earth

To not wonder if it is worth continuing on this road

It seems the universe invested one flaw in our making

For humanity will be brought down by crippling emotions

And one will die to save another; from whence comes this plan?

But we all die and turn to dust amidst life's churning oceans

And I have lost, and I have loved, as much as any other

All that remains of that investment are scars that won't heal

Memories that had made this life just bearable to live in 

Turned sour by the passing of the days that I can't feel

But yet, would it still not be worse to live but not to feel?

For life to be an empty road that ends with no real meaning?

Perhaps it's truly better to have loved and to have lost

For love perhaps is what makes this short life more than just fleeting

Is it weakness to love another to the point of death?

To know that love will bring you pain, as it now brings you joy?

To trust and feel complete within someone else's embrace

Would memories of sweet devotion every truly cloy?

I cannot say that I would ever choose to relive all

So that I cast out any joy that later caused me pain

I've loved and given out my heart that died with every death

But still I choose these memories, relieve their deaths again

I carry with me down the road the good old days gone past

For nothing can replace those moments, even though they're gone

Out of duty I must remember, for then they shall remain

And perhaps for their memories I'll let that torch shine on