The book of life is a very strange story,
Some win,some lose while some bask in eternal glory,
Watching over stopping by,
No remembrance of what they did in their lie,
Clouding their aims
With life playing it's games,
So on and so forth,
As life draws it's worth,
Yet nobody understands,
their true meaning,worth or their stand
Each running a race,
To be in thy ego's grace.
Though a path that twists,
into the unknown laid out by fog and mists,
But remember mon ami,
You will not be missed.