What does life hold?
This is yet to be told
There is no explanation
And no inclination
As to why you and I exist
It's as strange as feeling the heartbeat on someone's wrist
Life in itself is a wonder
Very complicated and easy to blunder
Then there's the fact you know you'll someday die
This can tear you apart and make you cry and cry
Yet with this oh so amazing thing
No one knows the answer to this
For the world is not filled with bliss
People kill people for things very petty
Not caring if those people were Mike or Betty
So why is there life?
Why must there be this pain and strife?
No human knows, and not many care
This would be too much for them to bear
But this should not be, they should want to know
Why they are here, and why this is so
And this is very sad
How can something good be so bad?
By Jennifer
