Death
Is an ending.
Leaving
For an adventure,
But never coming back.
Yet too it is a journey
Into the unknown
Beginning
An endless quest
For something.
I like to think
That apathy should count
As a death
Of the mind,
For not caring
Can hardly be called
Living.
{I like this one. :-) Random mention to psittacism and hopelesslyinept for being awesome poetry people. Dedication nah}
