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