What is the meaning of life?
Are we meant to stay in yesterday, enjoy today, or worry about tomorrow?
Is life a game, a show for one to see, to watch?
Life is a journey to grow up and learn.
But like all journey, it will end; whether it is us or the world.
However, to what end will it be enough for us.
If we can choose, we'd choose immortality, for we are greedy creatures.
But living forever, will it truly satisfy us?
Life is a well - planned tunnel.
We cannot go back once we crossed, nor see what is ahead.
But it is not a boring tunnel, unless you wish it to be.
We would all experience love and pain, joy and sadness.
If you cross the lines, it will have its own way to end you cheated existence.
At the end of your trip, it is not going to dark or bright, it just is the end.
Your mind may tricked you to create a continuous existence.
But in the end it is just an end, nothing more, nothing less.
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My Own Truths
PoetryOriginal poems written by me. This includes a variety of topics.