Life goes on
And I don’t know if that is beautiful
Or incredibly sad

How a life can pass
But somehow the world continues
Untouched

It feels almost as if
Life does not even have meaning to itself
Even when gone

Maybe I look at it wrong
I see it as a big puzzle where each life
A brick of its own

Maybe life is like rain
The drops fall and disappear into the ground
The rain continues even so

Maybe it’s a give and take
Maybe life takes from death and reversed
An endless cycle

I don’t know what to think
But to think how important it is
To make my own life matter

But just to me
Because after all, life goes on
Even when gone