Life knew it would be hard
So it hard-wired its many children
With a self-serving fondness
Life was well aware of the darkness
And for fear of objectivity
Man was subjected to instinct
Life knew of loneliness
So it made us laugh down
Through our bellies and slap our knees
Life was well aware of heartache
So it drove us toward pleasure
And made us forgetful
Life made us forgiving
Resilient, blissful
Life, the narcissist
Knew of limits
And made us to imagine
Life watched me balk its efforts
And gave me to you