What is this life
Its happiness, its saddness
its chaos, its ordered
Moments of joy, moments of misery
its a smile and its a frown
its dragging and it barely stops
its inanimate, and its still real
its a test for patience, its a test for quality
its a reflection of ones existence
A mirror of what you see, not of them
but of your own journey of persistence
Life is a whiff of traveling air
It is a fork with two paths of wrong and legit.
And, its simply what you make of it.
-Written by eva626