Life
life is a riddle,
that I can't make out.
life is a puzzle,
that I can't figure out.
don't know,
what's happening.
never known,
before...
the rules,
of this game,
are just,
so lame.
sometimes,
there's no light.
sometimes,
it's too bright.
but now I know,
this mess, that life is,
it's what makes it 'life'
that's the beauty of it...
Copyright © Dark Queen Mh | Year Posted 2016
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