This Life

From the very start there was never a definitive answer on how to live Life is a path with ups and downs
Life is a struggle that only you will face on your own way
Life is a mysterious thing

We go on and on without thinking what is next Us as humans are so small compared to life itself

To think on life is a type of self-love
To think on how we are all the same is foolish To think on what is real or not is crazy

All that is non-finite is not lifespan,
lifespan, by all account is finite
When thinking of lifetimes, I see an own story
No one else can write this except for you
This gets me wondering, if the world is larger-than-life

We are just beings renting out this space
The world doesn’t belong to us
Yet we claim life on it

We’ve thrown away the very reason why we call this place home,
Mistreating and misplacing behaviors spit on the definition of life
Stomping on the greenlands and setting fire to what gives us meaning is how we repay mother nature

If we open our eyes the future will be put into place If we open our eyes will life become clear?
If we open our eyes will others see what I see

A society is selfish and stubborn
A society, however hard it tries, Will always be hurtful.
Does this society make you shiver? does it?

The sight of a barren, quite wasteland is what the future holds Will we be the death of us
Will the once towering skyscrapers covering the blue sky fall? Will the industrial factories filling the air with dark smoke rise?

New ideas arise, yet they are not enough to stop what as been put into motion

A birth, however hard it tries, Will always be transformed. Does the birth make you shiver? does it?

New life is a gamble
Will it benefit or hurt
Now the question remains
Is there an answer to what life really means?