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What Is Life


Life is surreal

Only a dream

I feel like an eel

With jelly for seams

Slipping on through

Flying through time

Constellational goo

With a hint of lime

Life is bizarre

Seeping and weeping

So near and so far

We spend half of it sleeping

What are we here for

When will we die

Float to the shore

For the cosmic pie

Cut the galaxies

With a knife

Give it a squeeze

That’s your life.

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