What is life?

Is it an endless stream

supplied with tears and sorrow

trickling until the end

Or is it a strange road

dark, misty, mysterious

dividing into new paths

An uncertain destiny

Or is it a blooming flower

spreading it's leaves to cathc the smile of the sun

It's petals developing into something unique and beautiful

growing through experience

Or is it a room with 3 doors

one which you go through

then enter another white room

and repeat the process 

Or is it just a face

Not defined by a name, 

a feature,

an age,

but rather it's strength, 

it's persona

and soulful beauty?