DeathOfALife

In our ignorance and in our arrogance we boast about the things we cannot have and desire the things we shall not have. So much is lost to dreaming and fallen short of achieving. to simply breathe is a chore you can't ignore, the knock on the door death is calling. Looking at all the faces each with their own concerns and misery, headed to oblivion while still oblivious to their forgotten woes.. scarred and batter and still standing, why do we deserve eternity when all we seek is the sensations of our flesh, automatons walking driven by primal instinc needs. so who is really dying at the moment of death if spirit is forever. what clever rues to amuse The limited reaches of this body were enslaved in. Death of a life who are you do you even know who you really are.. has your whole existence been created the moment you were born ego,self, words of the flesh our dyn flesh...