Something about life

 Life 

what does it look like

many have thought about it

inks and papers have been used up to describe it

even now 

it's difficult to explain it roundly

some would say life is a flower

so beautiful and fragrant

but flowers are fleeting

so fleeting that it makes people melancholic 

some people say life is honey

it's a thick flowing liquid

 and you can taste the bitterness of it

that makes you weep sometimes

some compare life to a mountain trail

it's long and winding and rugged

but that's not absolute

there are those who don't need to walk it

i remember a poem once

it likened life to a vast ocean

but no one has ever thought about this in great detail

that even the biggest ocean can't hold the weight

that is life

well i guess life is life

in this vague earthly planet

life is both the same and different from others

so real and yet,  

so unsure

there is light and darkness

light is the bright sun for instance

and darkness filthier than the gutter

there is love and hate

love is like the smile of a doting grandmother

while hate can bite through guns and spears

there is joy and sorrow

but sorrow is often accompanied by joy

and vice versa

and the natural quest in life

what each person seeks is always quite disparate

some long for the battle of blood and fire

some are happy for a simple meal

some are in the pursuit of glamor and gold

some wish for brains and guts

some seek hope in the future

some want to linger in the past

some would sacrifice everything for sex

some advocate abstinence

life

both sweet and sorrowful

maybe that's why

everyone boggles at it

 everyone is enthralled by it

that's why the world is a colorful 

varied picture.


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