Life, it doesn't ask you questions or answer on its own,
Life, makes you, makes you stronger than just a role,
Life, it doesn't want to give you all easy,
It takes time to run through the mill, exhaust & get dizzy..
Every poem brings out a piece hidden in you,
These words are not just on a piece of paper,
You spit them out & decorate as a dish,
I am sure you need listeners or is it just a wish?