Life is like a box of chocolates
We bite into a good chocolate and the joy arrives quickly; depart
And we think life is an art
As the chocolate leaves a good taste in our mouth
So we further explore our youth
Till we are drunk on life
And feel no strife
Then we bite into a yucky one
Aches our toung
They take just as long to chew
But then again take longer to finish full and through
The sickly taste it leaves makes us curse that wretched manufacturer
Yet experience he only wanted to ensure
And then the unlucky chocolate streak knocks on our door
And our drunkenness allows nothing save to allow the bore
We are then told that there are still good chocolates left
Yes, indeed we think life has made its shift
That stench
Continues to make us wrench
And the drunkenness fades like a sinking ship
Leaving us with nothing but life's mere chip
Chocolate's creator cries "indulge on!"
But we feel like no lion
But rather we wish the box of life to flip itself
For our mental health
And as soon as that deep chocolate prepares to devour us
Like the night's horrors
It decides not to
As we taste cherry that brings back mistletoe
And we now see those first chocolates wistfully
And wish we had hadn't consumed the chocolate so dully.
Or if our chocolates end early
That makes not our existence unsturdy or girly
Or perhaps they didn't
And life's last cherry chocolate put no dent
In our plethora
Of chocolate's true joy aura
-By BitoBain