Mortality is a death trap,
life often a slap in the face
Some lives I simply snap
when death comes dressed in lace
Other lives I just abide,
sit still by the Bodhi tree,
do not take anyone's side,
just listen, look and see
Last time I was old as this
I was of the very same age,
and all I felt was bliss;
no work, no money, no rage
My feet stay grounded good,
my head sits right on top,
but I do pull up my hood,
heading out to scream and hop
But mostly I reminisce & recall,
stare into the celing from the yoga mat,
or else I focus on the wall,
whistle imperceptibly like a bat
Yeah, life is just another day
directly followed by its night
I either get payed or pay;
it evens out just right
But a death trap is mortality;
having been born means having to die
Behind each dream stirs reality;
just keep balancing laugh & sigh