Life Is Strange Poem by Rodney vali

Life makes me think.
What do we know about life?
I do not believe we know enough.
We know something,
but not enough.
Everyone knows they live,
everyone knows they will die.
It is known we survive,
survive by building,
farming or hunting.
But no one knows why,
no one knows how they know it.
No one knows how,
how the first people were there,
how they could survive,
how they knew what they knew.
All this makes me think about life,
but all I know,
all I could realize,
life is strange.