From Zenith To Nadir

Neither there’s zenith nor nadir of the soul Death is a fathomless pit, a dead-end-- Lo, the spirit wilts when death takes its toll No one's meant to know what’s up the bend. Live life zealously; it’s an absolute end, There’s no afterlife and no heaven, Past death, who cares where I’m send If it’s hell for me, let it so be my haven. Ha, I envy them the most that dwell where ignorance and indifference reign, They desire no heaven, they fear no hell-- Abode of eternal bliss, pit of endless pain. Open wide the eye of your mind You’ll see the universe it holds and eons a wandering soul binds as it wraps the eternal time in its folds. Stranger yet are the prospects of life, Does destiny foretells our fate or we shape it by our toil and strife? Alas, no one can ever firmly state. The bittersweet fruits of our labor Here and now in time we must bear, Of this I am more certain than ever— A pumpkin seed yields not a pear. ~Contest: "Z" (Zenith) ~Sponsor: Constance La France.