Poetry Because I Live

Crying is my first breath
inhale the world
the grooved

long story
sink
also ran

I currently live
is a small dust flakes
fly

and kept changing each time
and counting my age
crawl
was carried
and running
in sharp turns

in an expectation
although it must always be explored
though I should always wipe the sweat
it is because they live to find
where the ultimate meaning of life