What is Life?
Life is a faded picture
Colors streaking down the page
Replaced with black and white
Filled in with all the rage
Life is an old book
Traveling from here to there
Beat up and broken
But read without a care
Life is a dying lightbulb
Off and on it blinks
Trying hard to stay afloat
But like a ship it sinks
Life is a new whine glass
Filled up, sparkling, blood red
But once it is broken
A worthless thing to dread
Life is a lonely pencil
Doing nothing on its own
In need of a great mind
A wise hand to call its home
Life is.
