Life to live
And life to be.
Death to die
And death to be.
Why live to die,
Not die to live?
Why die to live,
Not live to die?
Both opposites,
Yet still the same
For both are one
Within a frame.
One cannot be
Without the other.
For the end of one,
Is the beginning of the other.
And the beginning of one,
Is the end of the other.
Both make a cycle,
A cycle that cannot be stopped,
Not even evaded.
Just prolonged
Within itself,
In a futile attempt of
Fear and shame.
So why fear the end of life,
And the beginning of death.
For it will happen anyway.
No matter what you do,
Or who you are.
Not matter where you go,
Or the miles thus far
In the end,
You still will die
So why fear in pain,
Trying to escape in vain.
Counting, waiting,
Never knowing when.
So i make it come faster
why pretend?
Why avoid this death we fear
ill make it come
and she not a tear
