Resistance of death is keeping us from living

Fear of our last breath, is making us less forgiving

We’re at the ready to fight for our lives

While forgetting that which lives, first it dies.

The old must go. The new must come.

Sometimes in an instant

Sometimes after years of being dumb.

Imagine for an instant

Life without you in it

Tell me, from there, do you still care

About the dreams and schemes and political memes,

Or is this mess mere tininess?

While you’re exploring the vastness of death’s glory

Would ancient wisdom reveal another story?