• why life.
    one day i thought of writing this poem.
    i thought to myself , why do we live.
    why do we live all these painful and yet so joy filled years.
    why do we live just to die another day.
    no mater what skin color , religion , place of the world you come from , or beliefs you have ,
    you have no control of when you die.
    all you know is that we are a living thing ,
    and all living things have to die sometime ,
    right.
    some of us will live a very long time ,
    and some of us will live only long enough to take our first breath ,
    maybe not.
    but ,
    if we live to die , and die to live
    you better have the best damn time in your life ,
    right.
    so i ask this question ,
    why life?