What at peculiar question that is
Are we living or are we dying,
For there is no elementary answer.

The most natural part of life is death.
Even the most alive moments we have
Are the ancestors of the end moment;
The inevitable moment.

But once we are deceased,
And our skin has turned a fleshy grey,
we still have our life
For people to remember us by.

From the moment we are given our lives,
We are inexorably dying.
But while dying, we are more alive...
Than we will ever be.