The Mystery of Life
It comes so silently,
Yet it whispers truth to me.
Suspense becomes my teacher,
Guiding how deep I ought to think and see.
On life’s mysterious winding road,
Every moment becomes a quest—
To seek the meaning of existence,
Why we're here, how we're blessed.
This life—so short, so swift,
A prelude to the eternal lift.
In this fragile, mortal frame,
We play hope and despair’s strange game.
When it ends—no one knows,
Where we’ll go, how life flows.
With the fear of the unknown tide,
Life becomes a riddle we cannot hide.
People come, they cry, they go,
Hearts heavy with silent woe.
But in this bond of humankind,
We find shared joy, and grief combined.
Love and hate, trust and doubt,
Swirl within and spin about.
In this web of deep emotion,
Life flows like an endless ocean.
Time slips by, unbound, untamed,
It watches me, yet stays unnamed.
I count the days, months, and years,
And lose myself in fleeting gears.
When will it end? Where will I be?
What fate awaits? What will I see?
These timeless questions haunt my mind,
As I search for truths I may never find.
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