when i tried poetry (I)

Life, some say, is what you make it.

Life, the bard says, is a walking shadow.

Like, some reason, is an accidental occurrence,

A freak combination of the right chemicals in the right place at the wrong time.

Life is divine, with a purpose.

Life is senseless and wasteful, a sham mockery of eternal beauty that celestial being bestowed upon the mindless denizens of a jungle world.

Life is tough.

Life’s a bitch.

Life is all we’ve got in common.

Life is all we’ve for to live for.

Life is all we’ve got…