What Is Life

 

White clouds upon a pale blue sky

Often tell us the reasons why, we are what we are:

A transient people, who have no home,

Wandering to find where we belong.

The answer is very plain to see:

We have no place, no liberty.

 

Strangled in our fight for life,

Trying to surpass, earthly strife,

It's not our place to contemplate why

Some should live, while others die.

I live my life as best I can:

Not good enough for my fellow man.

 

I'm not a superhuman being

Who performs good deeds for the cause, of man.

I'm just a mere mortal being

Who lives his life as best he can.

I, like you, make mistakes,

I've made my life; I have no plans.

 

So like clouds of white I float on by,

I'm no-one special, as I have found.

The sky of blue will always be,

But unlike the clouds, I'll always stay

A prisoner of my own decay,

To face another tortuous day.

 

Clouds of white upon a pale blue sky,

Please tell me the reason why

You break down, your fate is known,

The drops of life, your seed is sown?

Why is mine so hard to see?

No life, no hope, no destiny.

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