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
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