This So Called " Life''

One's life  can be change in an instant.

Nor the power we have or nature can help us,

when it occurs.

 

So then we look up to something superior 

something we can blame or reason to.

But we ask, what is this something or someone we go look up to.

What do we honestly look for when we turn to that ''higher power''

Why must we look up this ''higher power''.

Is it for insurance, protection, or love?

That is for one's self.

 

What is the whole purpose of this so called life.

Does it even matter what will happend to us, once

we go through.

Is this just an imaginary dream or battle that will never stop.

But if we just stop and start to really think about it we will find more

to this so called ''Life'' 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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