Always One Cycle
From nothing to something
and back to nothing it has always been.
Initially not existing,
reality is then crowned through birth.
This obviously begins the journey’s biography
The acceptance of existence
and the drive to live on earth
Strife, pleasure, conquest, failure,
all landscapes in life’s geography.
Fully intoxicated, sleep pins down
to the mat offered by death.
Everything finally ends
concluding on a simple philosophy,
from nothing to something
and back to nothing it has always been.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
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