Death is a thing for all living things
But no one alive knows what it brings
A few gave good tries, but time did it’s thing
So most live in fear, and die not knowing a thing!
I look around, see colours and many things
I close my eyes, and can see the same things
So I look inside to know the real things
But life can feel real, just with the inside things!
The rise and the fall of the things we can cling
The clings make any fall a meaningless thing
The things go unnoticed with no one to cling
So what ever we cling, becomes the real thing!
Death somehow is still an obvious thing
No one really dies once my mind has done the cling
I won’t really die if I am still someone’s cling
Why would I call it Life, if my mind has no-thing!
– Nim –