Way of life, my life. 

Being and unbeing, an anomaly so intense

The feel of existence, a mystery so found.

We live and breathe; we laugh, and we cry.

We strive for greatness; we seek to understand.

But the universe is fast, and time is a grain of sand

We are nothing but a whisper, a memory in time

A ongoing thought, a rhythm and rhyme

We are born a stardust, yet so fast to become one

A cycle of life, a fire that will burn.

We are here for a reason, something to fulfill.

To love and be loved, for fun and for thrill.

In the end we fade away, without a touch nor feel.

A memory of a memory, a dream that won't heal.

Being and unbeing, a mystery to behold

A journey of the soul, my story to be told.

A journey of the spirit, a tale that never ends.

Laughter and cries with family and friends

Seen the streetlights on, it was time to go in.

Never will I see that day again?

Only memory of life is what I leave behind+

I will cherish every moment, soon to see sunshine. 

A journey of me, until I’m outside.