A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque

Cycles

Life cannot be without death,

Nor death without life.

And every day ends in night,

Night in day.

Summers have winters,

Trees have sky.

Why then, can I not have you?

And you I?

Was this some hypocrisy,

Created by nature?

Some punishment for future deeds,

Burning, murdering, raping, pillaging?

Fuck you nature.