The rain asks a question from the heavens
Not for man to answer but for man to live
If there is happiness, may we enjoy it
How strange to beg permission from the world
When the question rains from heaven.
When our work here completes will we know the validity of a heart
Or merely tally checked boxes
Wife kids house job
Was she loved with a passionate strength
Did they go freely into the world
When did house become home
A job is not identity.
If you were only commanded to be happy,
Could you do it? Go, and be happy for there is only joy.