What is life?

By: Kaila O'Connor

For every I remember

There’s an I forgot 

For every I hope so

There’s an I hope not

For every positive reaction

there’s a negative one that follows 

And thus for every poor person

There are those who may wallow 

Life is both fair and yet not

But no one may complain

For life is but a roll of dice

Where it can be both a losing or winning game 

But now I must ask 

For it cannot be postponed any longer

Am I but a pawn in life’s game

Like a harlot and a whoremonger

Or am I the pair of die,

Where I try to choose my own destiny and yet

It’s not in my own hands 

I plan my own life, but yet it’s not mine to plan?

Maybe I think too much and life, like me, is also just an observer 

As we both watch my life go up and down with a frenetic sense of fervor