Why do we live? To till the earth in our gardens To reap whatever we have sown To fade as life's flame slowly wanes While gazing forlorn At the horizon To scratch at dust in barren deserts To clutch at all which we can claim To flail as death's hand reaches out Never thinking beyond the bars of our cage To plant our seeds in far oases To set free that which we create To rejoice as the wheel turns again Dreaming far beyond The bounds of our realm Why do we live?