what if life was like a man pursued
by an army of unbeatable sure-handed villains
what if arrows shot came like a storm
that no space is left to hide his mortal body
if at a count of each second, one shot hits him
wouldn’t it be easy to die a wounded man?
but, what if…
we have been given, each, an option to heal
a chance to keep running to safety
what if each healing makes our skins tougher
wouldn’t it be a sweet pain of battle?
knowing that it’s a personal choice we make?
what if life is such a dream
would pain hurt as the joy that comes with healing?
and if we are all made to fight?
wouldn’t dying across the land into our country
be more heroic than dying in the battlefield?
what is life?