Promise Odejide
We work, strive, sweat, and bleed,
Chasing dreams, fighting, taking the lead.
Building, creating, loving, and hating,
Laughing, crying, hoping, and waiting.
But what's the point of all this fuss?
When one day, we all turn to dust.
Breath gone, hearts still, eyes closed tight,
Minds blank, facing eternal night.
Why face this inevitable fate?
Why not live in an endless state?
Why say goodbye, suffer, and die?
Is there meaning, purpose, or a why?
Or is it all just random chance?
Cosmic dance, or a cruel glance?
Perhaps life's a fleeting joke,
In the end, we're just wisps of smoke.
Answers may elude our grasp,
Truth obscured in a cosmic clasp.
Yet, what truly counts, we might find,
In how we love, share, and be kind.
Death, not the end, but a fresh start,
Not a loss, but a change of heart.
Not a curse, but a new grace,
Not the worst, but a different space.
After this hustle and bustle, why death?
Perhaps it's what gives life its breath.
Booked: Life or Death
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