What is life?
Is there something more to it
than merely going through it.
Sitting and waiting and passing
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Daryl, this is some question you're asking here... I like that, poems that ask questions, especially questions like this. Maybe we already know the answer to questions like this and we hide it from ourselves. Maybe. Frank
well penned.... defined life as your own but seems to be for all......
yes.. I certainly think so.. maybe sometimes do we hide it from ourselves, as if in a state of self-delusion, hoping that not knowing how to answer is perhaps the way out of the situation. just maybe..