MEMO ON A POSTCARD, Pt. 2

What is life?
Life is what without the chase is left to chance
So here’s chance
Living alone with all and nothing
Living together with everything
Who many claim did not exist until he appeared that day
Unmerited favor, a priceless award of gratitude found in pocket was there
tomorrow
But today, I can swear the pocket was wholy
Or maybe let me wander inconspicuously to the front carridge
As if they was no closer, I get to follow my unequity
But tomorrow, thank you for the idea of tomorrow
For today, you can read my thoughts
And I have heard your feelings