
Many people, goals, desires come into our lives and go away,
what was/is the purpose of life that binds you?
It is possibly to know that you were/are always free…
But who knows?
Where do you go after you die?
The same place before you were born?
But who knows?
You have to make peace with inevitability,
What has been born will surely die,
The elements will fold into their own and that which was born will return home…
But who knows?
What will happen, no one can tell,
But the body will die, that everyone knows and yet we live in the hope that today is not the last…
But who knows?
Will there be someone with me when I pass?
Holding my hand and saying it’s OK,
For those who love you are on both sides….
But who knows?







