We live and we breath; we think and we feel,
but are we aware of the plot?
We grow and we die; and we oft wonder why,
and become what was once and then not.

For where do we go when we die?
And where were we before we were born?
We follow paths; that lead to comforts and woes,
And where do we go? for nobody knows.

Of this we know; and cannot deny,
all whom are born soon have to die.
For this makes us equal; no matter our thoughts,
And where our destinies lie, is of our will that is sought.