What kind of life is no life?
Is it depressing?
Or is it tender like a piece of meat?
Does it just pass by you with a warming tear?
A life is what we make it to be
It’s the people it and the way we live it
What kind of life is no life?
The clock changing every minute
The days being consumed by the night
So serene
How many real days are there?
How many seconds, minutes, or hours are there in one day
There are none.
That’s the beauty of no life.