Tuesday, 26 June 2012

There is more to life

There is more to a life than mere living
There is more to a void than just nothing
We do what we do, and we do it over and over again
Desperately attempt to maximize pleasure, and minimize pain

But we die, we all die, and we die in our own arms
Reduced to ashes, we are fitted into suffocating urns
May be that is only fitting, because we love to be confined
By narrow expectations, and by rules disdainfully defined

It is too late now, you can't change your course
So distract yourself so much you don't feel the loss
You better not age, so you don't regret the years
You better not think, so you don't visit your fears

There is more to this blog than mere writing
There is more to the Y than mere whining
The show is on the road now, and the road never ends
From being to becoming, the life will now make amends...

1 comment:

  1. "The life will now make amends".It will hav to...Perfectly crafted and very associative.