In life we all crave that one thing that is never sure
It weighs heavily upon our mind and knocks at our heart's door
Because we all want to win
Everybody wants to start living
So we make plans that encompasses the uncertain tomorrow
Will it bring joyful days
Or nights of sorrows
Is it when our dreams finally come alive
Or eventually dies.
Every new life is a new target for death
And every new day there is a new way to die
It's powerful, the balance of life
It will marvel your mind.
But I cannot help but to think of a new born child
How it was trapped in limbo for a time
Awaiting its inevitable fate
Because whether it is born or not, it dies
Someone once told me, that it is just the cycle of life; you live and then you die.
But I am not sure where is life if we were born to die
How do we cope with condolences?
How do we challenge our hearts not to grieve?
How do we accept that death will take us one day
But it's just not yet our time to leave.
What does it mean to live?
What does it mean to live?
To move towards the beginning or take a closer step to the end?
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