It Is Called Life...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes you must
understand, you have to tell
someone this,
who rebels about his very
own state
of boredom and anxiety,
this story of depression.

remember, always remember,
you were brought here
without your permission.

and soon, you must understand
and you must always remember,
you will be gone too, even
without your permission.

wonder then, why is this all
happening?
for no reason at all?
is this pure accident?
is there really no choice at all?
we are all here, by compulsion.
and we all leave, though not together,
again by compulsion.

between the two stages,
is the moment of our happy choices.

choose it, choose it,
it is called life.