What Sense Does Life Make?

 What Sense Does Life Make?

You wake a child today, and tomorrow you are an adult.

Yesterday, you were learning to walk and then run, and today, it all seems like it never happened.

You were always suckling on your mother’s chest, now you don’t remember.

You were taught things you would need to know or do as time cradled and rocked you through its passage.

And yet, no one taught you how to cry, laugh, smile, or frown.

Because they came at you, gushing like a new spring.

You developed emotions you never fathomed.

You saw so much but had little understanding of it.

And still, you lived life as if wielding a spear.

People say you make friends and enemies as you live.

I agree, for I have both.

Magicians make things disappear, and so do the people we love,

the vanished.

They say friends will fight to strengthen their bonds, yet the broken bridge is often irreparable.

Funny how we love to call someone today, and tomorrow we wish we never met them.

You thought you had it all figured out, but you find yourself alone on a cold rock, watching the skies through your own body’s limits.

It’s midnight, and you’re wondering how you said something you thought was a dove, only for it to land as a vampire.

Now you’re figuring out how we talked about everything but I forgot to mention this part to you.

And now we’re running out of things to say.

Slowly, it begins to fade like a scar, for it doesn’t hurt anymore.

You shield yourself so much that you wish you never let anyone close, cause it hurts.