Any Idea What Life's For?

Falling...
Dying...
Seeing...
Being...
What's love for?
Humiliation?
Contemplation?
Admiration?
Or is it all for a show?
Let a lonely soul know before he eats his heart
One should know why one must...why one must push
Pushin' towards the edge
As a lemming.. striving for the ledge..
Living life, tasting death, feeling love course through my veins
Fleeting moments
Lonely life... heartfelt talks...
Cuts like a knife
Pushing on....carrying weight
Cannot wait
Feeling threats
No worries...life ends
Dramatic for some
Poetic for others...


---BJS

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