Cést la vie

She closes her eyes and all she can see

Are those aphotic, lurid days she wishes to forget

The feeling of suffocation

Of asphyxiation

Always haunts her empty mind

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

Her convivial days gone for her

When she sits all by herself

On a bed that saw many tears

And many nights

Spent in malaise

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

Does she know not?

Not always will life be a flowery road

Stars shine, but not without darkness

Suffering often makes good stories

And that there are devilish thoughts also in the most angelic minds

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

Does she know not?

Her demons etch her today

For she cannot be beautiful but without little pain

Eventually will her struggles

Strike her as the most beautiful

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

Happiness is a road well paved

It bestows opulence to her stride

But can she garden flowers

Or sow saccharine seeds of prolificacy

Upon this sheltered gravel?

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

“To live really,

She must

Die a few times whilst she lived”

“She must

Persevere if she encounters fire and brimstone”

Said they

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.

She must not

Wish away her days

In search of better ones ahead

But savour the ones

That she holds in her hands now

But she doesn’t realize cést la vie!

Such is life.