life
What is life but not a place of pain and suffering
what is life without hurt and tears
dreams and fears.
beers and rears.
what is life without wanting to die and having to lie.
what’s our purpose when we reach the surface
the anguish and dust, that betrays all of us.
The empty surface, the silk blue turkish.
The cry of pain, the times unable to regain.
the moments of silence, the cries of violence.
the steps of uncertainty.
