• Existance needs no simple rhyme,
    forever complex, simply divine.
    To live life, for days or years,
    to fill some love, or deepests fears.
    To live life, dirty or clean,
    to try and grasp everything.
    To live life, a face in the crowd,
    as if your voice was like a cloud.
    To live life, in all it's extremes,
    power and wealth are your themes.
    But in the end, your fate is sealed,
    large or small, great gift revealed.
    Existance.
    -Baoz, 2011