So many things at once,
That's its all in disarray,
It's when the upcoming doesn't evince,
Rather it undulates within certain time.
We all show up whether by chance or purpose
To take part in this perplexing concept.
Only to question, when it'll be the end,
Was it experienced inanely or with importance.
You don't make it out alive anyway.
A contest entry
- I. LIFE by Naridill.
800 points, ended January 31, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Simple but stunning - your words used are lifeless but directed nicely to aim the meaning towards prompt. Very nicely penned.
Thanks for entering,

