Do you live on borrowed time?

Do you let life just pass you by?

Do you live in an existential bewilderment?

You’re so choked up you  can’t even cry.

We see our lives pass

Never found your purpose?

Rich or poor you barely just get by

Don’t think about what is important

The only thing left to do is die

Right before our eyes

Did you take notice?

Or did you find yourself surprised?

Do we ask the right questions?

Do we empathize?

Do we follow nonsensical thoughts? 

Do we self hypnotize?

If you have oxytocin

But no purpose in your life to guide

You will go where the wind blows

Never knowing how to escape the imposing riptide

Kierkegaard

Netzche

Heidegger

Jasper‘s

Sattre

Camus

If “God is dead“ and “we are thrown into the world“

Then “life is absurd“ – and what can you do

Sometimes the more questions we ask, the more we find the more we don’t know

If we follow the paradigm of rational thought 

Nothing more than t our pride is shown

Borrowing breath we never own,
Measuring life by the hours that fly,
Building faith out of the unknown.

Haunted by clocks that do not sleep,

Our worth unmeasured by their rust,

Our promise deeper than what we keep.

If time is a loan, then let us spend,
Not hoard each hour in trembling fear,

But burn our truth until the end,

And hold the fleeting moment near.

For even gods once learned to die,

Their heavens cracked with mortal flame,

Yet mortals learn to testify
Through loss, through love, through sacred shame.

We live as thieves of passing breath,

Yet our crime is holy, bold, divine,

For in defying death with death,

We prove that life itself will shine.

So let the borrowed moments fade,

And leave their ache upon the bone,

For meaning isn’t found — it’s made,

Carved fierce from what was never known.

…

DCG

Prologue
This poem wrestles with a deep fear many of us share but rarely voice — the sense that life is temporary, and that time isn’t ours to keep. It asks: if everything we love is fleeting, what gives our lives meaning? It challenges the reader to rise up from despair and make something sacred out of the short time we’re given. In other words, it’s about finding purpose in the face of our mortality, not by denying our limits, but by defying them.