Life Is Not Clear, It Craves For Light In Vain.
Life is short and fleeting, fleeting yet 'gain,
The poor lives to die, the rich dies to live;
Of a truth, fact, prime, this life has no brain
It's like a steeping tea trembling to dive.
Life is a nightmare; so loving to live:
Time fleets, skilled like muffled drums; ech'es of vain,
Life is to take, unfound death is to give-
Life is so, deep in the dusk and dark vein.
Life is a puffing gale of sorrow, 'gain;
Life is a puzzled grasped in m'nutes to live,
Life is a life; sting of bees, of pleased pain,
Life is a blunder, a gaffe; a must live.
Life is pain and sorrow is pleasure rain,
Life is a survival, it's like a hive-
Life is in thunder, lighting, reign of rain,
-Life is a hive for fearful souls to thrive.
Life is immortal, it is short to live
Life is give and take; the law, least of pain.
Life is a puzzled grasped in m'nutes to live
Life is not clear, it craves for light in vain.
"words from the innocent mind"