What Is Life

What is life... I told my Father I don't want fellowship He brought the fellowship to me I sat there and watched all these humans in our house Watched my father narrate his version of family and love I wish I was like him I wish I could see things the way he does But from this corner am drowning in a sea of people We are all seated but am sinking real quick At the corner I see my sinking sister She's been sinking for a while now Who saves who? So I just watch her, drowning, escaping, fading I want to write I want to open that door Colour these dark wall with poem and humor I want you to see beauty when I bled Come, see my writing They come in red acrylic My hands are small and weary My brain is overload Am stuck down here with wishes. How do i begin this journey Do I begin or have I began or am i quiting? I want it to be right you know Why am I doing it? To gain earth? I heard this quote Aim for heaven and you will get some earth, Aim for earth and get neither. If I begin this trip. If I take this crowd Am the tour guide Down that dingy dark path Where is my aim?