for life is what it is

for life is what it is
and nothing more
and nothing less
and maybe nothing all in all
it is that nothing that is filled with fears of things we've never seen
that nothing's
filled with fascination for the very existence
of things under the sky, around the trees and barking dogs
for life is only what it is
and there we fish for our purpose
await impatiently while it gets caught
and our sight's flickin' one another from in rather graceful ways
yet it is somehow us who have to catch it switch it change it and transform it
to meet conditions of our little lives
of our little soldiers
that come and go with times a'changin'
striving to change the oldest of worlds' orders
for life is what it is
it is no clue
it's not a single cloud surpassing surface of the pale blue sky
so faintly blue we mimick in way more vivid shades
locking all subtlety outside our door
outside the buildings that we live-have-sex-and-then-we-die in
outside the notes of our fresh-raw-naked songs
we come and go
we come and go in search for our borders
and hopefully we never see the end
researching how far one can ever go
through deadly gates of boredom
the gates of places where the souls are born
the gates of places where they sweep the floor
                                      and then they rise

for life is only what it is
way more than we could ever hope for
and nothing more
and nothing less