Why live to die?
Do we?
Or are we merely dying to live?
Are we fate's toys,
Tiny play things,
With too many feelings,
A tiny grain of sand tossed among the waters of love,
Only to be swallowed by a clam,
To turn into a pearl.
An ugly duckling to a swan?
How could that be?
Shall we all go free?
Or shall we be cast to the gates of hell?
Do we live to die?
No, we live to live.
Dying gets in our way,
Then we live again.
