Love is a Lost Cause

What is love if you cannot feel it freely?
What is life alone?
Questions are pointless without an answer.
Why do we bother?
Where do we go from here?
A heavy heart sinks faster than stone.
Wind wails, the crys of lost children, alone.
When will this end?
What can we do?
When lost, how do you find your way?
Does it even matter?
No. It never does.
What can matter in this world?
Forget it, we are lost anyway.
Make the most of it.
So where do we go from here?
How do we save ourselves?
We don't.
We wait.
We wait for the flames to die,
then we act.
So, where do we go from here?
Foreward.
Go.
For free love, and freedom in itself.