The play

A temporary existence,

yet it means the world to me.

I see, I smell, I breathe

in a world that gave birth to me.

Each ray of light, each smile

and each cry shows me.

The reason that I came alive

is not what I first thought or even hoped.

Not for pleasure, not for pain.

Not for others, not even for you.

I take part in a play,

just for the sake of it.

Although you bet I am lucky

if I have food on my plate.

Why should I lose something

and then appreciate?

Can I live, can I die,

and can I celebrate?

Alexandra Sotiropoulou