The Meaning of Life
We all grow up,
and fall down,
break our hearts,
and lose our minds.
To turn the hands,
on the clock,
pushing time ahead,
and watching it stop.
We all get high,
and fall down,
but we mean well,
so it goes on.
To open a window,
for letting some birds in,
their wings the language,
of our hearts.
We laugh a lot,
out of sheer nervousness,
and then celestial joy,
causing a physical change.
To believe more,
than sight betrays.
Seeing some night,
in the light of day.
We pass it along,
and we pass out too,
having to sleep at times,
having to move.