Life is something i find myself thinking,

yet i don't have much of an inkling,

of what i might really be thinking.

My thoughts sway and shift,

dwell and jump,

yet never stop.

Life is a universe,

constantly expanding,

where things are endless,

where thoughts are until infinity,

where they expand horizons,

yet never halt, stop, or freeze.

They are beyond the comprenhension of a man,

yet small,

sometimes inconvenient,

time-consuming,

things.

What is life?

I am life?

You are life?

No.

Life is life.

I cannot think to comprehend these thoughts, 

so what this means is that I have reached a conclusion.

A conclusion that I always reach.

The longest conclusion I will ever reach,

the  only one to be reached:

Life... 

is...