What is life?

What is life?

A Poem by Seth DeAlba

What is life?
A dream to be dreamt
left alone I was spent
but it all is a lie
spilt coffee on a tie
I wish things would change
Left alone and exchanged
For nothing 
Blasting music as I am crafting
Crafting masterpieces
Based on laughter and lighter places
I'm wavy, heavy, changing with my envy
Envy of the highest places
Lost in tight spaces
In my mind 
I find 
That I kind
-a Don't care
what a dare
Dare me to die
Find that I fly
Cry when I sigh 
Nothing is going to change
If you don't let it change
A piece d'resistance
I might need some assistance
For the life that I lost
and The life that I find
All is connected
In a circle of energy
Floating past all the imagry
I connect
Detect
Infect 
The airwaves
Wait, is that very strange? 
No, there is no reasoning
nor is there pleasoning for the seasoning
Is not quite right,
T'is a dreadfull sight
of peace broken
shattered walls token
some times maybe it is changing into a laining faemine
All is lost
In a sight I cost
the highest points
Do nothing but dry the joints
HAHAHA
There is no reasoning with this
Just accept it
and let it be.

© 2015 Seth DeAlba


Author's Note

Seth DeAlba
Everything in this is the way it was meant to be. Grammar wise and such I mean.

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Seth DeAlba
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Ask if you want to know. I enjoy writing poetry, Never have I ever written a book (I want to though.) I am open to most things, I wish to be talked to and to be reviewed. As time goes on my writing w.. more..

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