The Point of the Peach

would the bigger blunder be

To live life passionately

Or make mistakes rationally

The possibility of a missed opportunity

maybe misery would be abated

But I'd rather live elated

With potential passion created

With love, my soul, saturated 

but what is the point of all of this

strange thing named existence

purely to reproduce - mankind's persistence?

Gravity is not the only force that cannot be resisted

there exists an irresistible attraction

universal law compels this transaction

one must take the equal and opposite reaction

two forces, an inevitable interaction

The point of the peach is to taste it

The reason for the risk is to take it

This life, this love? EXACTLY what you make it

We must make the most of this strange arrangement