There are many doors we all walk through every day; Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason, The door is unavoidable and it is always the season. A never ending end, Never been a friend; Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts. Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black. If there was a way to never see Death again, Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is. Some say it is to raise kids; Some say it is to accomplish dreams. My reasons are the same as many other opinions; Opinions are ten a penny. People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess; But you cannot know until it is the end, Of the bitter sweet symphony show. The show must go on! Surely this is not the last song? We need an encore for life; We need to have hope before we are gone.