I was created. To feel alive.

One thing. For sure. If I'm feeling a bit morose. Or melancholic. No need to panic. For I'll find my way back. To where I belong. My retreat. My cocoon. My paradise. Maybe it's my yen for the good life. For spiritual comfort. Always. Always. There's a place to go. Upward. Into infinity. Give me a form of life. Without end. I was created. To feel alive. --Jim Broede