Everywhere you see bustling with life. 

Places of hope and everyday strife.

Everything trying to keep things steady.

If we're destined to die, are we dead already?

The common man will pass on his kin.

The divine man will stay away from sin.

The rich with a veil of gold and silk will see, with life, they can possibly milk

We fear death, it can be true.

We ask ourselves, what can we do?

Some pray, some laugh, some cry.

Just remember the worth of worthless in a world without meaning.

Some refuse to accept this fate.

Most wait for The Golden Gate.

A painless death is what we aspire, but peace and security is what we desire.

This eternal question causes so much unrest.

Perhaps few can see the peace in death.