Of all the things you value in life,
there’s one you always swear to strive.
It could be money, family or legacy,
but the fact, everything ends, makes it idiocy,
to worry & fret & spend sleepless nights,
to protect the thing you love, to see morning light.
Ever wondered that things paramount to you,
may not even bother a many or few?
Because life isn't same, nor is the mind,
So even if you search long, you cannot find,
a single thing that matters to all,
which when lost, would cause all to fall.
Miser values money, mother the child,
where knight fears no death, coward writhes wild.
In the face of death, there’s always that fear,
that even crumbles men so brave, to lose what they hold dear.
So it’s better to learn this sooner than later,
that nothing will endure on,
that we embark on this world alone,
and depart, again to be born. (The shit starts all over again..)
