They say,
All things must come to an end.
The moment you're born.
With your first breath,
You're beginning,
Your process of death...
What are you going to do with your time?
Everything you do.
Everyone you meet.
Will all eventually get left behind...
Where are the places you will go?
What do you want to see?
What is it, you want to know?
How will you feed your soul,
And set it free?
Who will you spend your days with?
Experience your journey and discoveries.
Who will share your memories,
And feed your souls energies?
What will be your legacies?
Who will you give your love to?
Who will be the ones to hold onto?
The ones you trust and turn to?
Share your dreams and heartaches with.
Why do we live so guarded and closed?
When our time here is precious.
Why do we live in fear?
From all the beauty, that is so near.
We all get one life.
Dying every second.
Live it graciously.
Leave it, breathlessly...
Inspirelations 