If my heart could stop tonight,

it would probably be alright,

I’d wish to start again,

Perhaps in a new life,

In things I do not know,

The only innocent it seems,

for unfulfilled purpose,

No yin to yang for me,

Why, a child so fascinating,

wishing to grow up,

when at end of day if lost,

what would I give up,

If all made up of same matter,

how apathetic it would seem,

but without another half,

there be no point to be,

we live in this world to live,

And once surroundings are erased,

there shares no purpose just to save,

To merely serve one another,

we find blessings in little thing,

merely fearing pain,

The only reason we live,

For if we were to always be alone,

I fear we could not see,

Beings of service that is all we be,

to find service or be serviced what shall it be.