Life

Worrying about life
Seems like such a bore
Who cares if they avoid light
I am not tasked with that chore
Time is a fickle thing
Always ticking and ticking
A valuable commodity
If it exists at all
Pointless philosophical debate
Never seems to dissipate
Let others find their own light
As I found mine
Perhaps a shadow is not a shadow
Instead it is the son of the night
Who is to say which has more might
Maybe this realization does not occur
For all the fright it may incur
A subjective world
A beautiful mural
Independent thought
A forever changing plot
A beautiful randomness
A gentle touch
Nothing amiss
Life is such