But we’re all doomed in the end aren’t we?
Marching slowly towards death with each breath
Pretending we have so much time
Choosing to forget we’re all doomed in the end
Our fate is like that of a shooting star
Destined to dust and kiss the ground
We know the concept of eternity is a lie
And forever is merely a time span much lesser than our lifetime
One day, our dreams, money and love- everything would disappear
Abandoning the bodies, leaving them to dissolve into the earth
And our souls would float above wandering freely
Probably on their journey to find a new body
Funny, we know the truth but how conveniently we choose to forget
Every day running after things which would mean nothing when we reach the end
Yes we’re doomed, but isn’t it beautiful?
Us being fragile isn’t a weakness but a strength
Cz what’s the fun if we were not mortal?
Eternity sounds great only on pages of the rusted books on my shelf
If given a chance to be immortal, I’d turn it down in a heartbeat
Knowing death is inevitable gives a meaning to life actually
So we are not doomed after all, are we?
Mortality is a gift not a curse
A chance to cherish everything before the sun sets on life’s horizon