That was a life - all those days went passing by.
We all are going slow through the aging,
Forfilling life with unimportant staging,
With deepest grief in heart that nothing's changing;
With sorrow that we all are gonna die.

So, what is matter, if there is nothing as it seems.
The eyes are sad and inconsolably are crying,
The mind all those stupid thoughts is frying,
and silly soul is hopelessly still trying
to live a life but loosing drive in stream.

The bottomline - we all were seaking only fun
and never really wanted to work internal,
and never really left a womb maternal.
The row of those days we're naming life seemed eternal,
Until... we appreciated life the moment when it's gone.

16.04.2023