Complexity in Its Simplest Form

Everyone pull out a dictionary

And look up the word life

Life is such a simple thing

Yet has no concrete definition.

Sure, it’s the opposite

Of being dead

But what do we really

Know about life?

Is there a point?

Is there a reason

To stay alive

And live to struggle?

Sure there may be

Happy times

But there aren't enough

To keep us satisfied.

Perhaps the point of life

Is to survive.

Perhaps the point of life

Is to fit in.

How do we even fit in

In this world?

They say be yourself

But they are hypocrites.

They lie

Even to themselves.

If you can be yourself

Then why are there rules?

Why are there morals?

Why are we constantly condemned

For simply thinking the wrong way?

Don’t do this

Don’t do that

Thou shall not

We hear it everyday

And yet we listen?

Why do we do this

To ourselves?

Why do we go along

With those we don't agree with?

If this is all we can do to survive, then what is the point of all of it?

If life is such a simple thing

Then let me ask you one last time,

What is the true meaning of life?

And I hope you’re not about to read that dictionary.