Poetry

A meaning of life :

Arms down and neck broken, 

Soul has gone, heck spoken, 

Heartache has made the living. 

Feeling, now, is as this fake, 

That even dreams are expected. 

When comes up the sun indeed, 

Fool thinks although this as real. 

But truth is dreams only are 

About true you seeking part, 

As you know in which you are 

Conscious, you'll know life seeks art. 

From a bad english speaker, mulitple senses seeker, 

S.Cary