Life's Irony, A Sharp Smile

the sun rises, mocking our futility,  

each new day, a promise, half-bent.  

we chase dreams, like stray pennies,  

then spend ourselves, on empty bottles.  

love calls, sweet as a mourning dove,  

but screws us, as the night peels.  

you build a home, brick by brick,  

only for time to gut its bones.  

every birth carries the sound of death,  

every laugh stumbles over, into tears.  

we want the highs, dodge the lows,  

but balance is life's cruelest joke.  

we cling to flesh, that betrays us,  

we trust the mirror, lying in glass.  

nothing makes sense, it never should,  

yet we keep walking, edge to edge.