Our life... our world,
Is it all an illusion?,
We live life,
And deal with confusion.
Love is a chemical,
So what is life,
Is it just the point,
Of an imaginary knife,
Is it just a point,
Stabbed into the body of our mind,
These thoughts I have,
They are not what I Call kind,
Do we live and die,
Or did we live at all,
Do we just wait for the wall of our mind ,
Do we wait for it to fall,
Love is a chemical,
Life is an illusion,
Or is it all,
Just pure confusion.
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My poems
PoezieLife is short. life is long. dont put yourself down for one thing youve done wrong you hate you love you are free like a soaring dove but that dove can stay or that dove can fly away live life with the one u love live life as a soaring dove
