“Everybody dies,
but not everybody lives.”
But how do you tell if,
you’re living or not?
Everyone knows how,
being happy feels.
But how do you know,
If that feeling’s real?
In a moment of perfection how will you react upon realizing that,
euphoric sensation of nirvana....
Was nothing more than,
bliss by convience?
The mind will probably go numb,
most likely go cold inside and wonder;
Death,
could this be how death feels?
What a terrifying feeling to have been so confident,
the storm was over.
So confident the sun was peaking through the clouds,
swore to have even felt it’s warmth.
Oh the eye;
my hope died in the eye of the storm.
I died in the eye of the storm,
but was I even alive?
Resurrection I found in her eyes,
what a time to be alive.
What A euphoria for had I not first died,
today I would not be so alive.
"Everybody dies but,
not everybody lives."
Not everybody lives because,
not everybody dies twice.
