If I was to compare life to anything it would be a cigarette
As the cigarette is lit and the tobacco begins to smoulder, you take your first breaths of air as you enter the world
Your life is the body of the cigarette, as it burns you live, creating your path through life
However a cigarette is not forever lasting
As it slowly but surely reaches the filter you start to feel the grip of death on your shoulders reassuring you that your time on this world is done
Your last breath of air before you pass is the last inhale before the **** is discarded, tossed away without a second thought
And as soon as that **** is tossed away it is the divine hands that reach for another cigarette from the packet
A new cigarette is lit, a new life begins