I dream of a perfect life

Life's a joke
Too unserious to be taken serious
Too lazy to match perfection with the wealthy
Too busy to replay past moments
Too fragile to be joked with
Too sensitive to go crazy about
Too lousy to chase perfection
Too happy to be sad
Too sad to be happy
Then again it goes on
Forgetting there are serious aspects
It goes on
Thinking its late for a meeting
It actually gets late
When a vivid account of life is but nothing
Life really is a joke..

Author's Note

This was the first poem I ever wrote. It's short though. What do you think?