Life is a magnificent tale,
No doubt about that,
Yet, it is funny little thing isn’t it?
It goes up high and downright low,
But then suddenly hits a stop.
Why? Why? Why?
Why start a journey to experience to end ?
Why birth equates to death?
The burn, the ache, the misery, tribulations, hollowness
Eats us every day,
Waiting for what? The imminent death?
Like an endless train ride, this life is,
The only thing unknown where your last stop is.
You may get off far or a station ahead,
But never sure which one is it.
So why endure this rough ride,
someone calls living
When death assures bliss and release,
from this torturous living.
This journey of life,
Truly what is it really?
Is it the beginning?
Is it the ending?
Or is it an awakening?
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Life is a magnificent tale,
No doubt about that,
Yet, it is funny little thing isn’t it?
It goes up high and downright low,
But then suddenly hits a stop.
Why? Why? Why?
Why start a journey to experience to end ?
Why birth equates to death?
The burn, the ache, the misery, tribulations, hollowness
Eats us every day,
Waiting for what? The imminent death?
Like an endless train ride, this life is,
The only thing unknown where your last stop is.
You may get off far or a station ahead,
But never sure which one is it.
So why endure this rough ride,
someone calls living
When death assures bliss and release,
from this torturous living.
This journey of life,
Truly what is it really?
Is it the beginning?
Is it the ending?
Or is it an awakening?