Life Is What It Is

You say Life is rough O tell me what makes it tough; If not of your idiosyncrasy Life is a rock of intricacy Room of animation and stagnation Those must be tasted as abnegation Yes, even the opulent must travel through So live it madly or sweetly And sing it silently or loudly. Life is dark mode's light It shines when lit And overshadows the dark parts Should you lust for Life's fancies You'll end up calling it hard If you spite its idle games that pad It'll be all right. Life is a message And you are the very prophet of your life Strive, therefore, to preach it to the world with charity Of worthiness and integrity For your star to scintillate brightly. The choice of Life lies where it's courtesy.