I wonder what all i'll have learned
by the time I meet my death..
Does every second count,
or only the last breath?
Money matters not to the departed.
When the day is done and gone,
I won't finish like I started.
What can I take with me that I cannot carry?
Where do I go-where are the dead?
Out of everything I learned,
what will I know without my head?
Am I nothing or everything,
as I walk on earth in the flesh?
I live and I wonder,
am I just elements among the rest?
But I believe in heart-something like soul,
and against this there is no contest.
The wealthy don't have diamonds and gold,
but in wisdom are blessed.
So I take pride in education,
with the enthusiasm of a child.
Curiously trying to ****** the days,
and overcome the wiles.
There must be more to discover,
how will the stars continue to shine?
The morning I don't wake to see another,
will a divine sun rise?
The end could be years away,
but always lurking near by.
It might even happen today,
right now or in an hour.
I don't know and I don't want to,
Some answers are as thorns on a flower,
some knowledge must be felt and experienced.
Does this plot must have a greater objective?
Through all I sought-I found what best did,
put the important things into perspective.
Things that will never fall apart,
that i will no longer let be neglected.
I found truth in my heart,
a soul perfected.