gunmetal and faded dreams

If life had a rhyme scheme, what would it be?
The truth is, there is no rhyme scheme to life. The words are all over the place and so out of the world that none of them even fit together. There's no tirza rima. There's no cinquain, monorhyme, limerick, nor is there a sonnet. Everything is just the way it is because that's how it is. There's no reason why or direction. Everything just happens without question. Why is the sky blue? Yeah, because of the refraction of certain wavelengths. Why, though, are your eyes the same exact color? It is unknown. It just IS. And really, isn't that just about all that matters? Everything happens because it happens, and we don't need to dissect this poem because in the end, it's all interpreted in many ways. Or, it can just be uninterpreted and left the way it is. That is how I am trying to handle life for now on. I am tired of questioning everything. Why do I love you? Because I do. Why do I want to be with you? Because I do. Why do you make it so difficult? Because you just do. I don't know.