Like a lightning leading to thunder,
Like a moment in-between dream and reality,
As hellos in goodbyes,
As fortunes in misfortunes,
As hope around unpredictable certainty,
We are all tricked around.
All our hoping, all our vision,
All our struggle, all our pain,
All our ups, all our downs,
Bringing along more lives,
Spinning around death rows
A snap from death and all is over.
The perquisite for long life have I search under heavens,
Reality check have I gotten from nature.
Not thy labour, not thy hard work;
Not thy good will for a better world,
Not thy good deeds, nor is it thy bad actions.
Not thy hardship moment pulled through, nor thy riches.
Not thy good food, nor thy poor nourishment.
Then our hopeless worries becomes our death trap
A clueless being with no full knowledge of happiness we all are,
From dawn to dusk we labour,
Smart we think we are, intelligent we called ourselves,
But always caught in the snare of death like a baby
What then is our worries all about? My I ask oh nature?
What then is the gain for our heavy work done here?
A living dead mourning for the dead living,
We mourn not for the dead, but for the knowledge of death that we are all caught within.
(Tough times don’t last, only tough people do.)
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