O Life, Poem by ROCHISH MON

No information
I got into a formation

An agenda
I did not have

I am doing
What I can
Only what I can

A wide spread area
With the orchid of values
I visit not
Great music
That has aesthetics
I listen not

I stay only with me
I stay only for me
I realize not
That I should be free

I always carry me
I succumbed to me
I will be synced in me
Because I carry me

I turn as junk
I will get rotten-up
As a part of clean-up
I shall be removed

O life,
Where are you?