To live is to die,
we die in other to live
if what is born is to die,
that which is dead is to live.


All wants to live and sleep
daydreamer forever dream,
none wants to wake from it's sleep
home of Bliss it is the dream.


What seems good other bad
for another it's seems good
what looked is on the bald
it shines on it's own gold .

It's is never known when known
so it wouldn't be known till unknown,
We came and choose the life to live,
so we gone, others live the life they choose.

© Chinu Shedrach Eli Edwin