Life Makes No Sense
a stride which flies
the shoulders wide
wings to glide
a fin to slice
the heart beating alive
and lungs never die
my brain lives life confused
for what creature am i
talent is not an attribute
it's not a state of mind
it's when you carry on through failure
questioning "why"
in life you do not lose
when you seek to improve
it makes no bloody sense
and it'll never bloody do
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