Thoughts surround my head,
they swim like a fish in water,
a bird in sky,
a human on earth.
Someone has died.
I didn't know them. But wherever I am,
someone somewhere is always dying
Isn't this a shame?
But at the same time,
someone is always being born.
A constant loop,
can it end
What if there was one day,
where everything could just
make sense
This world
is the ultimate riddle.
Who are we to judge,
we are just puppets in a play
This is not a life,
its an act
One
big
epic
act.
So then
what will our Lives bring.
Notice that as you read this,
someone died,
another was born.
Boom
(that was your mind)