What is life but a cigarette butt
and a withering rose…
like ashes blowing away in the wind,
dust to dust,
we return to what we once were.
The circle ends where it begins,
and so the beginning of the end
is a never ending cycle
of existing and being.
Death is life
and life is death,
the laws of equivalent exchange
can never be changed nor manipulated.
Stop searching for answers to questions you haven’t yet understood. You ask what is life but do you know what to live means? Do you know who you are?