Life's Tale
What is life really about, if anything
Arising from the laws of physic curse
Life is either a meaningless accident sling
0perating in a creating universe
Or great plan experiment rehearse
Life suggests that its future is not known
Life is the embodiment of self·ish·ness
'Cause it is for itself in two ways shown
For its own survival, none·the·less
For its own reproduction express
Life is as yet too unstable pur·vey·or
Undeveloped for it to be the doom
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets its hour upon life bloom
And is heard no more once deep in earth's tomb
In it will gather the dead life seeds
But if life is just a journey to the tomb
It will spread in infinite space needs
For the next big universal boom
And sprout from another ce·les·tial womb
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