I had walked through life
Without an answer in sight
Of what living could truly be.
I searched and I pondered
On what might be gathered
If life's meaning found me.
So with a hope
and pen and paper I wrote
what I felt the meaning of life could be.
Try as I might
After my minds great fight
I looked down at my page just to see.
I'd found that my answer
Was always in sight
When I wrote that, "To live is to write."