senseless life

as long as we don't have "sense",
our life's sane,
& love has its own incense.
naivety reflects off..
the ribs of kind beauty
true romance it comes to fetch...
ev'n without amounting the size of b-booties.
then, soon we're stepped out to 'tis wicked world.
life becomes sudoku...
& love looms more like a crack of chess so spooky.
the match of cricket we play.
clean-bold. hit-wicket we get.
fall down on the ground.
stand back...
but till then,
none we find around. oh faaaacks, yo lucy!
only the misery of pain, we find
pain strikes back to heart, we cry
heart goes overwhelmed with hurt
& the glitches of life we come to survive...
amongst this senselessness of this bloodiest senseless life.
we're all lost sense;
have loosen love-incense
dirty pictures we framed up.. ''pon mind
& the wall sin we build, rebuild then drill with fuckin' time.