Life Is A Puzzle
There is no time for games, what changes will you make before you run out of health?
Life is a puzzle that no-man can comprehend;
Hardship, adversity and objection are all pre-requisites to attend.
Our path is covered by a simplistic view until we learn to listen,
And open our eyes to see the world without fear and its division.
Perplexed and confused by the abstract, as we are given a glimpse of Lifes illusions;
Revealing an inconclusive mindset created by indecisiveness and cryptic delusions.
The clutter in ones mind only allows space for ones own confinement,
As breaking down and second guessing will only stall victories alignment.
Often the mystery we crave reveals the conundrum that we seek,
Although answers are rarely found in dilemmas created by absence of mystique.
And so it is, we must learn to think alone before we can solve this puzzle as one;
For, life is designed to tangle, and we must not come undone.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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