Pointless Poetry

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The point of life as we knew it,

Was not to live,

Was not to love,

Was not to care,

Was not to see,

Was not to be.

 

The point of life as we now know it,

Is to live,

Is to love,

Is to hate,

Is to care,

Is to see,

Is to be.

 

The point of life as we wanted to see it,

Was to be perfect,

Unharmed,

Safe,

Happy.

 

But life as we see it now,

Is horrible,

Unorganized,

Unhappy,

Beautiful,

And simply amazing.