Reflections

I'm tired, physically, mentally and spiritually...

Why do we have to be born in the first place? To die in the end? If that's all, what is God's purpose? I hope I can find an answer soon, and I'll leave you all with a self-composed poem... if you think it's qualified to be one.


Tired

It opens with a sad old look,
Closing on a decresendo,
Burning and burning away the happy smiles that are on
Our faces.

It opens with a sadder, older gloom,
Closing on a depressing note,
Burning and burning away,
No one cares,
Everyone is tired.