Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Live Sophia Liaw, '19 There’s an age old question That has become the poster child for philosophy And mediocrity. Low on conversational topics? Throw in a cup full of precociousness With a pinch of British accent, Mix with - What is the meaning of life? And presto! Instant deep thinker Sidenote: Independent thought not included Let’s first take a step back to question ourselves When on heaven and hearth (Two much disputed topics) Do we need to delve into the meaning of life If we have not first checked ourselves To see If we Are living? “Life is such a precious, fleeting thing, And we are no better than unconscious, expendable pawns, If we let it get the best of us.” There! That’s your blurb for this poem In case you wanted to cut the crap and Avoid spending the $24.99 On a coffee table ornament You're never going to read anyways. Sure, Waking up, Breathing, And going through the motions, Technically means that you are alive. But when was the last time Adrenaline charged through your veins, When you could honestly answer the question Are you happy? And lived.