The Next It Is Gone Poem by icy storm

what is this life?
a dream?
or a lie?
this life is nothing but what you make of it.
dont run too fast.
dont blink too much.
you might miss something.
you have to realize that this life goes by quick.
one minute you have hold of it and the next its gone.
you stand on legs of straw, wearing paper shoes.
your weak without support.
running against the wind will allow you to slow down and take a look,
at everything or nothing.
dream big and stay relaxed
life is not a lie.
life is a game.
dont always play fair,
but make sure you win.