The Rain

This life’s like rain, it falls in just a wink,

Falling to earn your reign, or falling to the brink.

Falling to strengthen roots, or fill you up with ooze,

And if we come to mine, my life was made of wounds,

If I caught a spear, another struck a fatal bruise,

I believed I'm color-blind, ’cause I only see the blues.

I’ve got a lot of blessings, with only one point of view,

Sadness will last forever, in fall and springtime too.

I only got one question: what is the point of this life?

Why do we deny death, yet meet it with a surprise?

Why do we love life, with all this sorrow and gloom,

And run forever from death, knowing it’s the only truth?

Some people search for immortality, to live their lives in brutality,

Or live for thousands of years, and forget their fatality.

But when I look to reality, I wonder why they bite,

With their teeth on this life, wishing to live without demise.

We chase a fading light, though darkness fills our sight,

Holding on to breaths, like they won’t end one night.

We build our fragile dreams on moments bound to die,

Still begging time to stay, while watching it pass by.

I've lived searching for the truth—does hope really exist?

Or is it just a fairy tale, in the tale of every myth?

I was never scared of death, but scared of the unknown,

Will I rise into the heavens, or burn there all alone?

If meaning’s in the struggle, is pain then not in vain?

I’ll face the final silence… and see what comes with rain.