It takes its birth in a desire to live:

To live a full, uncompromising life–

And does in its inherent form misgive,

Being always press’d on the edge of a knife.

It takes its form in willingness to die,

In knowing that this life is surely o’er

So even to evoke desire to try–

And to re-light the fire for life the more.

Its nature is a paradox it seems:

The burning want for life, which form it takes

Of will to die, which attitude redeems

That life we hold on to for all our sakes.

For if we live this life for all it’s worth,

We can unlock the secret to this earth.