What is life???

Thinkin of life love and happiness and hoping that she'd rather this than ever have to erase the pain of the sorrowful gains hopin will I never know how to make your dreams come true but in due time it will all tell the brown bomb that has a shell that wants to b exposed my eyes tell for she prevails the enigma of my sanity lord please help me cuz I think I'm a vanity slave to the wicked the evil little witch whose control over me has me wanting to scream out but I resist for the porsiline skin Runin down her thighs makes me want to only shout out oh my my my for she is that intellectual that I prefer that I deserve but I guess that all knowing has something better for her and yet I jest but a quip no emotion just a potion fixed on love set a drift on that imaginary station that nothing ever comes from so unsung and on that note I open up this vent and finally say I'm done.