A Distracted Poem To Life......
Infinity to One…
You must never try to run…
Although life can be a toiling journey…
It is always sour when your food is churning…
This poem need not make sense…
For everything is a puzzle piece to life…
Like when your best friend owes you ten cents…
Or when you get into strife…
Our existence is always interesting…
No matter if it is just sitting on the loo…
Or watching mothers trying to sew…
Wether watching the Simpsons
With Homer chasing squirrels (ha ha ha)
Or colouring in a piccy with crimson coloured pencils…
Life need not make sense,
Because it is always silly, fun, remarkable and includes pens…
It can have anger, distress, anxiety or less…
Just as long as you live it…
With joy and fullness…
By the way...if you are to seek my advice on the meaning to life...
you must read this poem over and over until you get it-what a life!