O Me O Life
Walt Whitman
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,

        and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the

        struggle ever renew'd,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see

        around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

        Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1855, titled "O Me O Life", by artist "Walt Whitman".