Is it childhood that rushes by us so fast,
or death that creeps round until no longer we last,
so we doubt existence because sometimes we fear,
because we know trying is pointless as we all end up no longer here.
Why is it that we all start the same,
but through serendipity some receive fame.
is it God who controls us
or our own fear that reverts our trust.
None of us know why we belong here,
if we are alone or if we are mere,
But everyone is special, a tiny little part of a beautiful picture
everyone deserves some fame.
existence is doubted so regularly and life,
that beautiful gift is forgotten so easily
think of who you are and what you have and appreciate
