Life is but a routine.
It never changes nor diverts.
It always seems to circle.
One time you’re up there.
The next time you’re down.
It just circles and circles.
All seems not to change.
Nothing seems to be progressing.
Neither does a thing declining.
Life is nothing more, perhaps.
It is nothing less, also.
It may always get boring.
Seemingly routinely
upgrading and downgrading.
Life is good or bad.
It’s a matter of choosing.
You can only choose one.
Or you can be both.
Life’s not black or white.
You may always put colors.
You may win or lose.
Sometimes, you may lose more.
Oftentimes, the winning is rare.
Maybe that’s what life is.
Darker than what you expect.
Sun shines not for you.
You were doomed and neglected.
You were nothing but loser.
You were just nothing, perhaps.
You were definitely a less.
You should not exist still.
You are better got lost.
That is who you are.
That is what you are.
It never changes nor diverts.
It always seems to circle.
One time you’re up there.
The next time you’re down.
It just circles and circles.
All seems not to change.
Nothing seems to be progressing.
Neither does a thing declining.
Life is nothing more, perhaps.
It is nothing less, also.
It may always get boring.
Seemingly routinely
upgrading and downgrading.
Life is good or bad.
It’s a matter of choosing.
You can only choose one.
Or you can be both.
Life’s not black or white.
You may always put colors.
You may win or lose.
Sometimes, you may lose more.
Oftentimes, the winning is rare.
Maybe that’s what life is.
Darker than what you expect.
Sun shines not for you.
You were doomed and neglected.
You were nothing but loser.
You were just nothing, perhaps.
You were definitely a less.
You should not exist still.
You are better got lost.
That is who you are.
That is what you are.