Sense of Life

Is existence enough?

If there's no feelings and purpose

once thought in the idea of nature,

either experienced from the touch of nurture,

does being without a heart make us feel alive?

Are we just attached?

To an idea where life is obscured 

by the option to choose, 

embracing the warmth over what one really has as innate,

shall grip one from both that could only have us saving?

Just like music to compare

without love and purpose to dare,

life could be hardly bearable.

As those are like symphonies to hear,

absence of soul within, meanings will disappear.

Wonders of life

too deep to decipher and fathom,

but with the warmth it offers,

fulfilling what's lacking and missing,

like finally finding the last piece of the puzzle.