Alive (a poem)

All these questions

Without no answers

All these feelings

We just can't handle

All these moments

That make up time

We're just floating

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it great how much we have

And how much that we'll never know

Isn't it precious how it leaves

The unknown is hard to believe

Isn't it precious how we love

knowing that its gonna hurt

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it great to be alive

Isn't it, Isn't it

(Isn't it so great to be alive)