I feel so bare, so lost in time,
A fleeting echo, a hollow chime.
If all I do is tick and turn,
What meaning lies in what I learn?
I crave to live, not just survive,
To spark, to burn, to be alive.
Not just a shadow left unknown,
But light that lingers, brightly shown.
For what is life if not to be
A whisper carved in memory?
Not just a name that fades astray,
But something time can’t wash away.