OK. This is my second poem. Technically, I wouldn't call it a poem, but oh well.

What is Life?

Life is a mystical boundary

Bound by the souls

Who fuel life and twist it in ways


It flows through us

Yet we can't see it mentally

But physically it is all around us

Inhabiting everything.

Life is a precious power

But one that is delicate

For we must protect it

In order for it to continue.