What is death?
Is it the end,
A beginning,
A journey taken to get there,
Some long
Others cut short,
We weave our own path
Some guided
Others, free to thing out side the box
There is no timer,
No thread to cut.
We are finite,
In  a world of life
There is death,
An equal balance.
We breath then we are dust,
Life is for living
Don't waste your days ,
There may not be that many to come,
The only things that are certain
Life,
Live,
Die,
Dust we are finite.