Why is Life so Strange

Rico P
Why is life so strange
Most of the time we forget who we are
To live out our fantasy names.

What is the real meaning of self awareness?
We walk around with our heads down,
Living life so careless.

Life is strange.
To the point that we strive to become who and what we are not.
But its our live that we have lost and forgot.

We live or so we think.
Then life is gone before you blink.
Is that living?

To live you must love,
To love you must live.
Loving to live is life.

Loving to live with loving yourself is living.
Learning to love to live with yourself is forgiving.
Forgiving is the finale step to living.

Life is so short that you must enjoy it even if its a lie,
Because before you know it you die.

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  • Sherry W11/27/2007

    Definitely makes one think!

  • Kat Vogel11/27/2007

    So true

  • Scribepal11/27/2007

    A great poem!

  • Margaret Christy11/20/2007

    Well, I'm a bit confused, but sometimes even my own poetry confuses me, so you are in good company.

  • kc oregon11/6/2007

    Nice peice of work.

  • kjevonay11/6/2007

    That was decent. Keep going!

  • thetheatredirectory11/5/2007

    Good job!
    Keep it up Rico!

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