We've no means of knowing just when it ends
We've even less knowledge of why it will end
We only know, that it ends, it goes swiftly past
Watching we've become witness to catastrophe
No one survives life, only living longer or less
By time of terminus, we've met different people
Many sorts, bright, dull, ugly or even beautiful
Life, time and being doesn't apportion equally
We exist and, then, we do not, flesh is illusional
We must learn, life is not inevitable, it is a gift
Life is a means of reaching something more
What is that, how does one learn the truth
This one truth, you must explore for proof
You've reason to search, more than pleasure
You must find joy and find your worth
Or living becomes the bleeding wound
Life does have purpose, life is not forever
Measure all the time that you have and seek
