life is a collection of days,
a splitting headache and an ******
and baking under radioactive rays
life is feelings we have named,
obtuse arguments and a muscle spasm
bets we've lost and prizes we've claimed
life is all but to be dead,
a spring loaded pinball mechanism
praying to god and imagining what he said
life is a hug and a kiss, everything's okay,
a tormented soul crawling out of his chasm
blending black and white to make gray