What is Life?

Each heartbeat sings the rhythm of my thoughts:
 My thoughts of you, throughout the hours of day,
 Then comes the night, perhaps a dream of sorts —
 My innermost desires seek to play.
Mine felix culpa! Happy faults betray
 Desiderata — How I thirst for you!
 At times emotions well, such sorrows weigh
 So heavily; I know not what to do.
Cruel questions! May not answers misconstrue
 The truth that Future hides behind its door,
 And feigns to Present how it never knew
 What was to come; what Life had held in store.
But what is life if we could always see?
Complaints befall; no better would life be.
Ferrick Gray
© 2017

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