One day,
death will overcome me.
And I,
well i will be ready.
Even though,
the thought is frightening.
I know,
it is meant to be.
"Today was stupid,"
I would say to myself everynight,
"Just like all the other days."
sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
why everyday must be the same.
We're born,
the sun goes up,
the sun goes down,
the moon goes up,
the moon goes down,
the moon disappears sometimes...
why can the moon disappear and I can't?
Because every human is a star,
we're created, burn bright, then die.
the cycle of life.
