How beautiful is the end?
Where life stares at us in jest,
We forget the beauty of this temporal existence ,
We journey to a destination that kill us,
We all so much as live to die,
Walk into the hands of death,
We so much trapped in a dogma,
Work to be done and obligation to be met,
We get old too soon and wise too late,
We are tiny. We don't matter,
We are here for a second and gone the next,
What are we trying to grasp and hold?
What are we worried about?
Life is short, so I have learned,
So I have chosen to live before it gets to my end.

© Shagun