What Is Life? I have been thinking about this question a lot lately. Why this life? Why am I here? What is the point of it all? If you guessed torture and more torture , you would be correct. At least, that’s my take on it all. Life is pure Hell if you ask me. I know you didn’t ask me, but if you were to ask me, that would be my answer. Yep, life is Hell. You think there’s a Heaven and a Hell when we die? I doubt it. I think we are already in Hell. This life is Hell. I don’t know how many times I can repeat that. But it’s worth repeating to get it into your heads. I hear sirens outside right now. I wonder if it’s the police or an ambulance. I don’t have a clue. It’s one or the other for sure. I can’t think of what else it could be. Maybe it’s a fire truck? But they usually honk their horns as they’re going through town to make people move out of the way. I don’t hear any honking. Simulated Life It all brings me back to the conclusion that this life is a simulation. There’s no other...
Life started simply
it can end simply as well
not with a big bang
or a siren
something easy
like falling asleep
Oh life
how you turn
how you roll
and then you're through
nothing of importance
only memories can remain
So with this life
take it with all you've got
make it something to remember
for memories are all we've got
it can end simply as well
not with a big bang
or a siren
something easy
like falling asleep
Oh life
how you turn
how you roll
and then you're through
nothing of importance
only memories can remain
So with this life
take it with all you've got
make it something to remember
for memories are all we've got
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