Soulful Art

The Irony

Why are we trying to so hard to live a life?
When in the end we all just die.
Tell me, do you really feel alive?
Do you understand what it means to be alive?
Do you live in the moment?
Do you ever have a moment to live?
When its gets windy, can you hear the howling and whistling from the branches and leaves of the trees?
When it pours, do you feel like getting drenched in the tears of the heavens while trying to flee?
When it's dark, do you gaze at the glow of the brave lone moon, illuminating the darkness with such artistry like a master piece?
Do you let your mind wander and roam, traverse the universe whilst your imagination sculpts reality?
Or is living just a routine?
Just a means to an end like humans every time they do a good thing?
Just a long process of a work in progress and at its completion is the exact opposite of living?
All of these just feels like a lucid dream.
Only that to escape from a dream, you've got to wake to life.
But to truly escape from life, you've got to sleep in death.
The irony.

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