Can someone explain the meaning of life?
Is it like a swimming pool filled with knives?
Or like trying to swim in a dry ocean?
Or is it like creating a potion?
How can just four letters be so complex?
I ponder this as I wait to be next.
When will Death come to take me home to my grave?
So I can get away from this crime wave.
Life can be precious but also vicious.
Those who treasure life make me suspicious.
What good can come from this existence?
The only way to know is through distance.
Life is priceless and doesn’t have second chances.
So enjoy the beauty before it prances.