Why do people die is the question
A question that has many answers
Man still continues to live with this mystery
A mystery known only to a few masters

Life is strange in its own ways
When it designs some people’s stories
While on one side it measures up a person's time
On another, it rejoices grand glories

We are characters of an untold fable
We are beings cast in an emotional mold
We are pieces of a big puzzle
We are mortals in an immortal world

Life throws up its bag of tricks
Life is like a magic wand
For some, life ends in this busy space
To wake up to another sleight of hand

God laughs his life out
When man talks to him about his future plans
For he knows the boon of his master
Is a wish that the soothsayer grants

Ponder as we may about these thoughts running deep
We've been told that as we sow, so shall we reap
But, never will we know about this mystical journey
A journey that begins after our eternal sleep…

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