Simply said:
We're born.
We die.
What's in between
is what counts.
Complex minds
fumble with existence
like a Rubik's cube,
twisting blocks
of time and experience
trying to create
an acceptable
semblance of normalcy.
Yet all the while
knowing that we can't
line up all the colors
into a perfect cube
of living.
But,
that's okay...
...no one is perfect
and colors look better
when in juxtapose anyway.
Then too;
why waste time
figuring regimented puzzles?
Once you are finished
the thrill is over.
YOU ARE DONE.