What is life?
It’s a speck of dust
floating in infinity,
Traveling at 44 mph.
That’s life? To the cosmos.
To me, it’s asking what my left foot does
Right when it does it, just to make the
Right foot jealous.
Yeah, that’s what it is.
Or maybe, it’s one day in an infinite universe
That same day we are born,
Later carried to the lonely crib
To wait for our very own empty tomb.
That has to be life.
One day in an infinite universe
We die. That is life,
A being that has no proper ending.
About the Creator
Edy Zoo
Edy Zoo is an author who writes about social subjects. He contributes to the ever-growing library of social critics.
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Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy3 days ago in Fiction
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