The Life of “i”
By: Lexicon
like this,
it sort of all
starts with a ball
Darkness enthralled
loners hearkened the call
Marathon of microbes
plight for the wall
To Fight for
It all ..
So what's the point of life?
A code as old as sanskrit ..
Probed and molded - candid
Prose and poems; semantics
Told when Job was banished,
Roamed in Moses absence
Only those who brandished
.. Holy scrolls for answers,
Could behold this manic ..
Scope of scolding tantrum
To some it's in perfection,
Or maybe imperfection..?
A personal progression..?
Or twice in this perspective
Through silent introspection
And times of deep reflections
Defining peaceful presence..
We seek it in the 'moments'
credence we've condone but
Some point to life as violent,
Some find the point in science
While others' proudly suffice...
to answers found in The Christ
but heres some sounding advice
The answers' clear as day sky
observe our place as playwrights
before we exit stage right ..
we forge and fold our way by
then watch the paper take flight
we’re here to piece the archive
define the roles of our lives
for ‘meaning’ cannot survive
without a ‘me’ and ‘an i’
so look and peer deep inside
Its there...there you will find
The only point In Life Is
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L I f e
“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
― Joseph Campbell