The Unconditional Will to Live
Say tomorrow doesn’t arrive.
Say tomorrow doesn’t come
Say we don’t make it, what
Would you do, in your last
Year on the home planet?
In your last revolution
Of the Earth around the Sun?
Live like it, like that
From the pit of your stomach
From the top of your lungs
With the moments staring
At your mortal beating heart
Don’t say, it doesn’t matter
Every moment does, we are
As common and rare as stars
With thoughts knitted together
Acts of helping that knit together
Communities, families, countries
Peoples, groups, lovers of
Knowledge, art, cities, humanity
Say tomorrow doesn’t arrive
Say you never get to have children
Say we don’t make it, what
Would you do for real
What really matters, what
Makes you feel lucky, grateful, heroic?
So do that more, and say
We never got a chance to meet
Say you stayed home that night?
Say you want to feel alive, then do.
Wuji Seshat 