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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