Purpose Poem by Kela LewisMorin

What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.

What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.

What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.

What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.

What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.

What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.

What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.

What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.

What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.