LIFE

Life… What is life? They say death is the only answer But where are the stories if the dead can’t speak. I suppose we’re still living this illusion... we’re still asleep Life is like a bubble… fragile Drifting it in a violent wind. A faint moment of time. Life is the best epitome of Irony And isn’t irony such a cruel companion? What we desire will most always flee. What we disdain are mostly on its knees… at our mercy. Life… Chance, fate, destiny. Out of a million, one particular sperm cell made it It is like a faint mirage; Good feels bad, bad seems good. Righteousness is probably the most mocked thing. Iniquity is now an object of praise. There’s a shift between what is sacrilegious and what is conventional Life… They say Life is for rent, And someday, we all are gonna get evicted. They say we borrowed it, And someday we are gonna give it back. Is Fate ever fair? Why some are born heirs to lofty empires. And some born with disabilities. Like rolling a dice, sliding the fortune wheel, tossing a coin… life is a sum of chances. In the end, there’s only one feeling that plagues my soul… Ontological anxiety.