Death

Its death that calls me It is then I will be free Ever wonder who am I The thought of when will I die Will I die before I know Who is it where doth he go The reason for my being Whats is it that I am not seeing Each man must come to grips About the journey life’s trip I am really here or is but a play Was I born before this very day Yesterday is gone but a mere dream Tomorrow oh tomorrow the primal scream The days left to find the truth of life Only beauty leave the strife The unknown of before and after Cured with the gift of laughter