To live, to breathe;

For there is Joy

and there is anguish.

To die to sleep;

Such sweet slumber none awaken

yet a tragedy to those who bear that that was.

That that was?

Yes a being no different to thine

yes a soul, a mind

that never foresaw the ultimate destiny,

yet the sleep is so swift

for it is just a trip the;

A conclusion to joy and anguish

a start to the sweet slumber

a tragedy.

And the he or she is no more,

than that that was a he or she.

For we take for granted our lives,

in the minute unfolding, love that we share

The joy we posses, a lesson that we share

So arise, beings that now are;

to learn by the unfolding minute,

To let love and joy flow within

For we never know

what is what is not.