what is life?

 
 
 
        perhaps "god" is like the sun that powers the four elements;  
        land, water, air, and fire;  
        everyday lives obligated through such to exist;  
        how it's utilized....  
 
        incredibly difficult to get away from one's self; as one is,  
        creating meaning apart from what is, for harm or for help;  
        I see beautiful flowers, plants;  
        there's no movement; but there is beauty, growth and life  
 
         gardens are a thing to behold;  
         epitome of pureness through the elements;  
         once they're picked, and put into a vase;  
         now they're out of place....  
 
          what is life? what we make it?  
          what are "we" making it?  
          do "we" even know?  
          there's an obligation to simply be;  
 
         who am I?, what are my intentions?  
         where do I belong? what am I really here for?  
         what am I really suppose to be doing?  
         why am I here?  
   
          to live? to be picked? to be chosen?  
          to survive? split second answers,  
          must be right? is life nothing but,  
          a never ending series of buzzing beating game shows;  
          determining who will lose, or "win it all?"  
 
          ....