A gift called life
A gift called life
A boon or bane, is this life or just a game.
The rows and rifts, are they really life's gifts?
Come as you are, no matter if it turns you a tar.
Judgments are reserved, then why a facade of "don't let yourself burned ".
We all rejoice Sundays, but the brunt is borne on Mondays.
We are creatures of our fate, or just here searching for a perpetual mate?
Question is not of survival to the fittest,
But the farce idea of "live life to the fullest".
Is it me or the heat?
Not the heat but the "life is the best retreat."