Why I'm here and doing things
and making long futuristic plans
Adorning my mortal body with furs and diamond rings
Why am I rushing to acquire titles to lands ,
knowing I will soon grow old ,
wither away and someday die ,
Leaving the warmth and be buried in the cold?
Why I'm I here trying to pacify my lie
Knowing this life is just a brief candle in the wind
And knowing I don't even own it alone ***** !
Yet I never come to the realism and make up my mind
That when time is up I wont be saved by my bucks
So why can't I fold my hands and throw in the towel ,
Yet I do all in my might to fight till the final hour
Circumventing the rules  even when ill health whistles a foul
Is it the fighter in me or my ego that has the staying power ?
The answer lies in the question as I reflect on my mortality
Am I a great ball of energy passing through this temporal phase of life ,
Or an Angel to bless or a vessel to channel or just a man in reality ?
The answer will come someday when I sit reflecting on my mortality all by myself.