Because We Aredreamers Poem by welkin siskin

All the things in life cannot be held.
And not all those who question are lost.
But we must contain all queries and navigate.
This life of ours as frost.
That is subtle and, sometimes, it explodes.
With good and bad feelings.
You can not achieve everything.
Because we are dreamers and finite;
We have to be busy like bees
Cross the darkness and go out into the light.
Life gives pleasure to everything: love, hate and all adjectives.
With the option for us: move or stay lazy.
Copyright (c)Welkin Siskin