Life Is A Compromise

A compromise of energy having remained lonely in nothingness, A compromise of millions of years to cool down and become matter, A compromise to be tied; just to think, to love and to reproduce, A compromise to follow a discipline for an arrangement latter, Lead to the marvels what? Just a compromise with the devils, The energy tired in itself, agreed for a blending of some evils, And lo, here is the breathing and reproducing energy renamed as life, What else is life just a compromise for being diverged as rainbows, In the room is the disciplined matter thinking, feeling and loving as well, And watching colorful flowers in the lawn through the windows, Though tired in compromises still for the sake of rainbow colors, I see a new compromise out of the room with a bottle of sweet odors!