Untill The Day That I Die
Sometimes I sit at night, starring into the sky.
by Patrick Gold
Wonder about the great mysteries of life, what happens when I die?
Is there a greater meaning of our lives, is our body our spirit in disguise?
If our soul is trapped in our mind, is death the greatest achievement of our lives?
Will it atall matter, what I do with my life today?
Is there anyone above us, watching each and every day?
If so, why aren't they in human form?
Have they found the meaning of life, and nolonger have to be reborn?
Will the sweetest of my life, be the event of my demise?
I do not know, so I must accept, all I can do is enjoy each breath.
Untill the day that I die.