(I’ve done some weird poem set ups. *shrug*)
What is Life?
Everything is duly noted;
Everything is just a sport.
Whether we are here or no where,
Whether we take life for love.
Sure enough the game is jumping.
Sure enough you know the score.
Who will win in the end?
Who will know the rules?
Could it be there is no meaning?
Could it be there is no real life?
Am I certain we are living?
Am I certain we know what’s right?
Are you here for me tonight, or,
Are you wondering what is life?
Everything is whether we, sure enough; who will?
Could it be? Am I certain… are you?