On Life

It’s whatever makes your throat burn dry
It’s whatever makes your vision run
‘Till all you see is salty rain
It’s whatever you see in dark at night
It’s whatever scares your dreams awake
That holds your thoughts ‘till dawn
It’s whatever echoes in your belly
It’s whatever your mouth waters for
When all you know are empty growls
It’s whatever binds your hands together
It’s what every captures you to ground
So you can never fly
It’s whatever makes you pass by mirrors
It’s whatever you hate to see in streams
Because it’s not the front of Vogue
It’s whatever you don’t want it to be
It’s whatever you cannot change
It’s whatever life is made of