What is Life?

A question simple enough it seems

What is Life?

To me Life is what we make of our dreams

 

Sure Life is hard,

full of pain, disregard

And sometimes Life can end

Within the length of a yard

 

Boom. Crash. Suddenly over.

Due to a car, gun, explosion

Or someone who was hardly

Ever sober

 

Life can end within a second

or last over a hundred years

Life brings out joy and happiness

As well as all of your fears

 

Life, it is such a complicated thing

Full of pain as well as bliss

You're either dated or you're dissed

 

But to me Life is what you make it

Don't dare fold it or dare to fake it

Be yourself no one else

And you'll be able to make it

 

Because in the end we're all just matter

Things that take up space

And in the end I want people

To know my face

 

Not as a celebrity or someone who is famous

But as someone who is original, unafraid to be different

Someone who writes their own history, not one based on

Others' opinions

 

What is life?

A simple question as I said before.

What is Life?

A chance to be greater than what came before.