Bitter or sweet, life is a gift

Taste and smell or try to chew

In the end one has to swallow it

There’s a glory great, in acceptance

The wise men say, I repeat

Hoping to soften the falling blows

But those noble thoughts, someday snap

Questions arise, from their knots

How much more, for how long

Why I am chosen, for what wrong

When I ask, those sitting high

Petulant oracles, feasting on joy

An uncomfortable silence

Is all that I hear

Just a deafening silence

Is all that I hear