Why do we die?
Why are we alive?
There have been certain times
In my life I would have sworn
I knew the reason why
But as time passes by
I must admit not even I
Could give a comprehensive
1st grade view
of the meaning
Of life
Somewhere between love
And spirits in the sky
This cold world
Leaves my soul
Feeling contradicted
And compromised
Wether things are beneath
My standard
Or for me
Their bar is to high
Day by day
I feel parts
Of my mind
Body
And soul die
27 years ago
I was pure light
Now in these days and time
I continuously contemplate
If my life worth living
Or should I just hurry up and die.
Hopefully this is only bye
For a night, until next time
Or Not..
Sincerely
Rodney
Best regards
