What do I imagine life to be like?
Mine or that of anyone else’s.
What are we people really like?
Are we like lemons?
Just cards?
Where do we really sit
On top of this callous world?
There is no rhyme or reason
When we try to explore
What is the meaning of it all?
Save that which we try to give it.
But then we look and see and ask,
What is everything we have built
Around us all about?
© 2018 Ana Celia Velez Rios
