Can't help but thinking, in every hard time
"When do we die?".
Does that make me weak, or a coward
For not being able to have a strong mind
As i show on the outside....
It is a simple question
With no precise answer
A question of life and death
In the lot of questions
That usually passes through our minds
"When do we die?" whenever i'm embarrassed
Or angry or sad
Whenever life shows me her dark side
I tempt to break up with her,
To go marry her fatal husband.
"When do we die?" in the brightest sunshine
The heaviest rain or sticky snow
"When do we die?" ate every time of the day,
Watching the sun's birth
Or him die again.
When will it finally be my turn
To get envelopped in that strange feeling
A feeling of life as it ends.
Will i look back in fear and regret,
Or great this upscoming event as an old friend?
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