What is there to live for?

by Aiiro-bara

I know, a G rating. . .anyways. There's a girl in Nny's basement, go figure, and she's reflecting on her time there. Not as angsty as it sounds. I own not Nny!

Nny et. al does not belong to me nor ever will. So go away already, will you?

He had asked me what I had to live for,

Why I wished to stay.

I said quite simply that I had to see my nephew turn four,

That I had that imminent want to play,

I had my guitar, My rock-n-roll.

I had my growth as a body,

And also as a soul.

I had to experience this thing called life,

To make a difference in this world,

I had already been through college twice,

I had to see my "Golden Anniversary" banner unfurled.

I had to fall in love,

I had to marry my Prince Charming,

Though he would probably be a total metal head.

I had to get my own space for parking

To make sure the space adventure was lead

I had to learn what it was like to become truly happy.

I wished to make kids happy,

To teach them things they didn't know.

I wanted to make kids grow to become people their parents never were.

With this he unstrapped me from the wall,

Apologized and I returned the apology

by saying this

'Our actions make us who we are,

Our dreams make us whom we are to become.'