A question, never to be taken lightly.

Death

They say, there is pain in death
pain is before it; death is filled with peace
They say, there is fear in death
but fear is what the demon of death seeks

Death is what, but an inevitable decree
for the flesh and bone we host
death is something to be embraced
death is to be given a wholesome toast

We curse it, we fear it
we wish for it to delay
we are idiots, we are fools
we must forge the words of our grave

Reflect on how to live

meditate on what to try
but question has never been of living
the question is, "How to die?''

The eternal pain of the opportunity, when lost.

Opportunity Lost

It is regrettable loss
when the opportunity's lost
it is not about luck or a toss
but, when opportunity's lost
it's worse than the bite of the frost.

When it is served to you
like hot cake in the tray
but you doubt yourself
you doubt everything you may say,
everything you may do,
like everything you may look
you doubt everything with you,
your head spins and then shooks
you think of all of the moves,
you've see in movies and books.
You find it hard to say,
it's not as easy as it looks.

You come to senses with prying thoughts,
then you think of what you have lost,
"was the risk worth not taking?"
but till then, opportunity's lost.