What is good in life?
Is it good to seek a lover's embrace,
To fall into someone's arms again and again,
Whispering the meaningless lyrics of love?
Is it good to strive for fame and fortune,
Look to success for succor?
Should man improve the self, or others?
Is it good to care about nothing,
To ignore all precepts and free one's will,
Chiding all who would point to law?
Would it be the best course
To devote one's self to a cause,
A path, a religion,
Though he might never see his labor's fruits?
Can one even be truly selfless,
If giving begets satisfaction?
Is it good to create, forge, write,
To push the arts beyond their norms,
And be misunderstood by a generation?
What is good? Who decides?
Does it even matter?
I see a world of people.
Individuals think, act, live.
Are they ants in a laboratory?
Or are they a pantheon?
When I sit here in my chair,
Staring at a digital screen,
Can I take any pride in myself
While a child takes his last sickly breath
In a land I'll never deign to visit?
What is good?
Is anything good?
Is good anything?
I'll never find the answers
If I only ask myself.
