Life. Death. Rebirth.

All we’re doing is borrowing from the earth.

No one knows when time’s up on the clock.

You can’t tell when Death’s gonna knock.

With this piece of information, we all try to cope.

Some taunt, others scoff, and a few pray and hope.

We’ve all wasted time obsessing over the guy or girl next door.

We think they’re so cool; the mystery of them attracts us to them even more.

But after the veil is lifted, we come to see they’re such a bore.

Complaining and bickering ensues, when love and assurance is in need.

We say, why oh why did I ignore my elders pleas to take heed?

You say your choice will be different next time around.

But over & over the same mistakes are made, no new answer is found.

Yet still you try,

And no matter how frustrated, you never cry.

So maybe, this isn’t an answer you’re supposed to find.

I mean, isn’t that what life’s about: Going through it blind?

                                                                                                                                                                                              -Blackrose95