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Easier than Life
01 November 2006

All I want to do is die,
because death is easier than life.
All I want to do is smile,
because happiness has no room for strife.

All I want to do is live and love,
but what was love, this reason for being.
All I desire is beating my heart,
the heart that desires so much.

Yet where was reality, that end of a string.
All I desire is everything, those things without.
For where was happiness,
on the dark side of the moon.

All I want are those thing good,
the ones we can share in harmony.
All there was but hope, a place yet to find,
every day and each moment,
all I want to do is live.

"Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which
endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto
you: for him hath God the Father sealed. For the bread of God is he
which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life unto the world."
John 6: 27, 33 KJV

© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares