life has a repetitious feel
A grandma walks by and tells you about their life
And all you know is that you can relate.
History passing down from generation to generation.
Rewriting;The only activity going on.
Life is clever.
It lets you create all the wonderful, amazing, thrilling experiences.
Then one day you wake up,
And its all gone.
Then a large gasp ensues, they’re only gargantuan memories in small packages.
How subtle change can be!
Life is clumsy.
You see someone walking by and think they’re happy?
Everyone wears a face!
They all are pretentious.
You only see what they want you to see.
A few can read in between the lines.
Sometimes life is ubiquitous.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why do the dreams they hold so tight lose meaning?
Why does the future they hope for burn?
Why do they hurt so much while bad people sleep soundly at night?
Isn’t this tyranny?
Life can ennui,
The long but short journey could be tedious.
Sometimes it may cause heebie-jeebies,
The feeling of just not knowing what to expect
Can cause enough nervousness and anxiety.
I would give all these possibilities of what life can be
But still end up not knowing,
What life really is
Or who, is it?
Dreams could fly
Futures could be hoped for
But life is the hector
It/they get to decide!