What Is Life? Poem by Chantal Lammerts

What is life; more than a delay between past and future?
What is future; when life is nothing more than a halt?
Is there anything at all? These thoughts work as a torture,
If it is nothing, is it anyone’s fault?

Did we mess up in the past?
Or are we not as important as we think?
Maybe we should enjoy it as long as it lasts,
And what if it is over in a blink?

Could it be, that we are just a draft?
That we are not as perfect as we presume?
We could be only the material to a craft,
And aren’t we awaiting nothing but doom?

The world in which we live now, isn’t it perfect already?
Don’t we have enough to be really thankful of?
It could be that we’re still a little unsteady,
But it are all these thoughts, that when we love, we stand above.


hope you like this one...
my father's reaction was that it sounded sooooo much like a christian poem, but I don't want any kind of religion to have the upper hand in any of my poems, so I assure you:
This is just to show that human's infinite wants are a fact, but that we should also stand still at the things that we already have, without asking for so much more, like answers, in this case. BE HAPPY! : D
comments are welcome!