What is this life we are living,
that people keep on leaving?
What is this life we came to meet,
that bids us farewell as soon
as we greet?

What is this life that bait us with our beloved;
an angler that grins seeing us hooked and bothered?
What is this life that drops us in the middle of the road;
turn a blind eye and punish us like she wears a blindfold?

What is this life; a temptress with welcoming fairy arms?
That lures our heart desires with her barren charms?
What is this life that traps our happiness in her closed fist,
that spares no second slaughtering our hopes in a haste.

Cruel I say, life is so cruel!
Alas, We are the ones lost to life in duel!
As a useless elf, useless mortal elf,
I had to question myself! Question myself!

Epilogue
About what I've come to accept of a fat fact,
there's the standing fat "WHAT."
That standing fat "WHAT"
of;
What this life is.