Many things in life don’t make sense 
if you question life, it takes offense
‘call it fate’ life says in its defence 
most times it’s at your sanity’s expense 
living life has become a pretence 
life throws a curveball nonetheless 
you still pick up the pieces and commence 
because ‘hope’ is something that life invents 
give it time, says life, no more laments 
life is something that time represents 
like an hourglass in destiny’s events 
slipping through one’s fingers, nonetheless 
I can’t figure out life, I must confess 
maybe I have missed the point of life’s intent.