To be or not to be, is it the question or the answer?
Is it the flip of the coin or the message in the canister?
Do I turn left or make an escape to the right?
Do I blend into the background or stay in plain sight?
Life is a complex mixture of circumstance and mere chance,
How we live is the crazy motions of the mystical dance.
We are attracted by sights and smells that ring in our DNA.
We have ups and downs and they vary by the time of the day.
How do we justify this thing called life,
Filled with emotions and drama and strife.
And what do we leave as our legacy after all,
Is it a square, a rectangle or like the circle of life like a ball?