O LIFE,

No information

I got into a formation

An agenda

I did not have

I am doing

What I can

Only what I can

A wide spread area

With the orchid of values

I visit not

Great music

That has aesthetics

I listen not

I stay only with me

I stay only for me

I realize not

That I should be free

I always carry me

I succumbed to me

I will be synced in me

Because I carry me

I turn as junk

I will get rotten-up

As a part of clean-up

I shall be removed

O life,

Where are you?