If in one moment, every plan will fail as your house of cards collapse
You might cry or scream as you sit there looking at a smoldering ruins
If we do matter, we'll still die leaving this material life for the unknown
Property is worthless, in the end, we'll be gone, but every minute is real
But so many fear, they fret, that they will not collect enough, gold coins
Never finding holy ground, never escaping the orbit of metal and stones
Tossing away eternity, for the lure of false needs that will never be met
Try to enjoy what you have, live without wanting what you can't have
For you can neither escape death nor take with you anything but spirit
“For after all, the best thing one can
do when it is raining is let it rain.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
