A difference in death

What are dreams?

Goals? Achievements?

To achieve your dream

Seems to be the ultimate goal

In life

But it doesn't make a difference 

To death 

We all die

Dreams achieved or not

So what's the difference 

Between my life and yours

If everybody follows the path

Of death 

Some paths my seems to 

Sparkle more with 

Faux jewels and furs

While other paths are rimmed

With dried up mud

Some are a little shorter

Some are a little longer

Some hardly have a chance to begin

Paths can change too 

Sometimes for the best 

And sometimes for the worst

But the still lead 

To the same place

Destiny 

There is once certainty in life 

Death

We strive for security in certainty

When it does not portray to death

Our only certainty

We for some reason 

Fear? 

All our lives we follow our dreams

But our dreams won't matter in death

So what's the point?

Of dreaming? 

Looking up at the stars

And catching a glance at a shooting stare

Closing your eyes too mumble some wish

What does it matter?

Yesterday an old women died

Before death she kissed her children

Closed her eyes 

Thought of everything she 

Had ever done in life

She followed her dreams

And went into that eternal slumber

Fearless

Yesterday and old man died

He had been fighting off death 

For a while now

He was scared

He looked back on his life

He wanted to stay

To Finnish what he started, dreams

And for him, death came like 

A black serpent in the night

Slyly creeping up

Your path is laid out for you

And so are you dreams

Your dreams, goals, achievements

Maybe they bring security

For the one certain thing in life 

Each dream you conquer

The more ready you are for death

 

Cause every path leads to death

And somewhere along the way 

We have to accept it

Author's Note

Sorry, if this is kinda weird. I don't know, I haven't written in a long time and I was just letting it flow out of me. Maybe I'm alone with my thought to much, haha.

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[winter;lyra]

This is something I do think about a lot, the lack of purpose in living, and a while ago I came to the conclusion that we, as individuals have no purpose if not to the human species, in this case, our meaning in life is simply to live and reproduce and leave once we're of no use - like for example when we're old - this is very depressing isn't? To cheer you up - or not - be aware that we as a species, hold meaning, look around the world, we're changing it, even after we're gone we'll leave a mark, even on the galaxy itself, although will that meaning mean something? Like how can we verify our meaning if we will never know the result(because we will be dead) - for this we'd have to accept there's something above this world - after death, not necessarily heaven or hell - that will allow us to do this, and having this in mind, "the life purpose" aspect is not so sad anymore, having this mind we could live for the mark we will leave on the world, a mark that perhaps will accompany mankind's mark. But what if death is the definitive end of existence? (we don't know this yet but lets suppose it is) Is there no purpose then? Maybe yes, maybe not, depends on what you feel about deluding yourself for the sake of your mind's stability, and I'll leave it there. If you're totally against deluding yourself, I personally believe there's no point in living. However, there's something that keeps us from killing ourselves isn't there? Good poem Jen ^^