I am a spirit, wrapped in a cloak of flesh
I am life, driven by day to taking breath
I am new, no one's wore this cloak before
I am alive, as cells grow, my spirit soars
All I desire to be is unlikely to happen
I long for the events from what I imagine
I'm lost in a world of pain and suffering
Pain will end with the shroud covering
Life Begins and Life will End
We fill in the rest of the time
In desire, imagination, dreams
With extremes rarely fulfilled
But we've hope and free will
It begins and it ends
We breathe in, and out
We believe, we doubt
Existence in the abstract
Is the only portion promised
And even then, with margins
That can be erased as error
When equals seek contact
It is the truth of life
Sip upon the nectar
And be grateful for that
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but
the parent of all others.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
