Sping is beautiful too

Perhaps to learn how to make ourselves happy
And then break down again.
Perhaps to have children who will have children
Who will die.
Perhaps because sunshine is so pure.
Perhaps because as children
We had no concept of nothingness.
Perhaps to buzz around in these studios
That would otherwise be so boring.
Perhaps to learn to tell the truth
Then to learn that is impossible.
Perhaps to make love on sunny afternoons
With Nick Drake on the stereo.
Perhaps to be given shelter
And then to be given rain.
Perhaps to dream.
Perhaps to learn the best way to peal garlic,
Grow beards, get sunburns.
To be preserved in glass; a few photos,
A song, a poem and then forgotten.
To inherit the question and then misplace in the rosemary...