This Thing Called Life

What is this thing called life?

Is it a virtual reality?

Is it a facade that someone who we consider God conjured up?

Or is it a power higher than God?

According to Google: life is the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

Death.. Death.. Death..

Such a beautiful word for an ugly outcome in this thing we call life.

Why is it that life is only meaningful when we live it how we make it?

Why is that meaning meaningless when someone's life's always taken?

Why is it that we're told to go do something and do it like we're the actual reality of the sims?

How can we live a good live if we're always living in sin?

How can you live in this thing called life?

Nowadays love spreads so loosely when love should be sacred

You tell a girl you love her and now she's in the bed naked giving it all away to a boy who doesn't pay her attention

"But hey, he loves me" she'd always say

Sorry honey but true love is one that won't betray

You waiting on your period but theirs an unexpected delay and now the man you had intercourse with doesn't "love" you in any way

But hey that's what you deal with in this thing called life

You have people that sit up and complain about the world but won't go vote

And then when the countries in shambles you sit and point fingers at everyone but yourself

But you should be putting all the blame on yourself

Cause your vote could've mattered

Now our ancestors who've been abused and battered are rolling in their graves and racists are filled with laughter cause we can't even solve a simple congressional problem

Or are we the problem?

Those are questions you have to ponder on in this thing called life

We're so wrapped up in the negativity that we forget to spread positive vibes

I want a peaceful world where we shouldn't have to fear for our lives

Or cry over someone who committed suicide over something you did

Told them not to do something but you're out here doing it

Gosh what a hypocrite

Spreading fake tears over something you could've prevented

You realized that their sufferings something you could've ended

But this phenomenon that we call life is just too much to handle

Well it sure is better than standing alone at their grave lighting candles

If this is what we call life than I want out

People go missing from life like coins in the couch

These young females are told to life live before a life grows and now they're the ones missing their period like typos

This isn't the life I want

I want to spread the peace but don't know where to start

If my voice alone doesn't reach your heart

Then I hope by poetry could at least create a spark

In the end, I just hope you can get though this thing called life