There is a mystery in living <br />When, how, for how long and why <br />No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments <br />The devil's advocate I can play indeed <br />But the end is always the same <br />Its almost as if our lifespans are a timed game. <br /> <br />We can hop from land to land <br />For reasons only we can understand <br />We can lament and weep <br />Until at the end we finally sleep <br /> <br />To sleep perchance to dream <br />As a great poet once wrote <br />In lifespans, life's cycles, in moments of oblivion <br />I even forgot all that I wrote <br />The great mystery was not action or living <br />The great question was extinction and annihilation. <br /> <br />To come back to the essential <br />I, Me and Myself <br />My small insignificant life <br />Could I even presume to be remembered <br />After the third generation, the fourth maybe? <br />And what was it's essentiality? <br />Wicks flame, flicker and glow <br />That is finally the way I will go.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mysteries-6/
