You are an eternal fascination.
But when we take it all apart,
You are at the heart of creation.
Delusions of afterlife abound,
As do ones of cyclical rebirth.
Lost on us is a truth profound,
That all we know is this Earth.
All we see were born,
All we see will die.
Is that really so forlorn?
Or just a rhythm we deny?
A seed becomes a plant one day,
Flowers so beautiful do bloom.
But it too shall wither away,
Is that really a tale of gloom?
To know you is to know life,
A flower's color, smell, joy.
But you cause in many a strife,
Reducing them to your toy.
You are humankind's endless obsession, the ultimate enemy to defeat.
So too are you a source of life's meaning, so often so bittersweet.
Saw your presentation today so landed on the blog. Actually wrote a response :)
ReplyDeleteWe hear about you everyday
Are you really that scary?
People mostly avoid you
Remain cautious and wary
If you end everything
And nothing remains after you
If you are the conclusion
Of life's constant hullabaloo
Then what point is it to living
Striving endlessly in pain
Achieving goodness and virtue
Is it all in vain?
What about the sudden passing
Of an infant in his bed?
What about the sociopath who killed
A defenseless human about to wed
What about the Ponzi schemes
That take advantage of the old
Their life savings destroyed
Because somebody had them sold
On lies and deceit, what evil exists
This life is rife with unbelievable sins
And at best, one death sentence
For one who murdered several without repentance
How is that fair, any clues?
How is that just, to what end?
The only conclusion remains
Death, you can not be the end