In this eternal unforgiving universe,
To display purpose, think most.
Some give up for life is transient.
Some believe in rebirth,
Some look forward to it.
It is said that souls don't die like bodies do
Are they incarcerated in different bodies for millennia?
When is it that they truly rest in peace?
After they've lived through abysmal lives? Perhaps it is.
But essentially what is rebirth?
Is it a new beginning of life?
The culmination of ways and thoughts?
The genesis of novel postulations?
Perhaps it is.
*credits to one of my really good friends for writing this with me.
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