Long legs sprawl across a desk,
And eyes gaze tiredly at nothing.
What is life?
I wonder as I nibble at the end of my pencil,
And the subliminal voice whispered in my brain.
Life is this;
Life is taking a breath before flinging yourself off a great height.
Life is the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.
Life is pain,
Life is pleasure.
Life is your heart beating,
And your mind thinking.
Death, too, is Life,
And Life is Death.
I nod at the disembodied sound, and respond with a headstrong question.
Then what is the meaning of life?
There was no response,
So long legs slid from their perch,
And went in search for the answer.