It's funny how life goes,
From each day to the next.
Things going oh so slowly,
Yet passing by too fast.
Things are always changing,
While somehow staying the same.
So confusing and ironic,
Is the way of the game.
But are we really here,
Trying to live out our dreams?
Or could we merely be a part,
Of some others' long lasting dream?
Perhaps the one called God,
The one most seem to seek,
Is just a creature somewhere,
Enjoying a deep sleep.
So many of us looking,
So terrified of dying,
For a way to keep existing,
Once our bodies are decaying.
Stop thinking about the past,
And what happens after death.
Live life to its fullest,
With each and every breath.
98/04/22 � by Sabrina Grimble
