Why
Life is such a mystery,
Why are we here?
Life can bring misery,
or much happiness.
I am but a mere pebble,
in the vast universe.
Sometimes I am a rebel,
with no direction at all.
Father time has ticked by.
Girl in the mirror isn't me
As I stare I wonder why,
have I been a victim of time.
I behold a stranger's eyes
looking back at me, I am
still taken aback and I sigh.
The puzzle pieces don’t fit.
Life’s an enigma;unsolvable
too many unknown answers.
Why can’t it just be solvable,
its clues are likened to riddles.
Am I just a puppet on a string?
If so, who is the puppeteer?
All of life’s uncertainties stings.
One just gets numb to the pain.
Alexis Y.
03/29/2021
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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