THE DEBT OF LIFE
O dreary hearts who
roam this world,
confused and lonely souls.
See your plight in all
of us,
as karma reaps its tolls.
No one is happy, a
moment perhaps,
All that is borns, eventually dies.
What truth is known,
what hope realized?
Who could sooth our
woe-some cries?
Most of our youth
remains awaiting age,
Most of our aged long
for youth;
Who can bear the
torment of the moment?
Who could bear the
truth?
Suffering, indeed, is
essential to life,
for living accumulates debt;
A burden that is paid
through our life,
to carve the destiny that we get.
Pleasure attracts us
to become attached,
Pain neurotically
breeds a fear;
Complacence brings mediocracy,
All three will shed
our tears.
Why then should we
choose to live?
To drag our bodies to their grave?
How good can life
really be,
How can we be saved?
Is it possible to pay
off this karma?
Are we doomed to a
life of despair?
Perhaps these
questions make life worth living,
Why else would we care?