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As title suggests, this is about questions we ask ourselves. Make what you think of it. |
Does everything end when we die? Does my heart stop beating and stop feeling? Do I just disappear, Having become useless to someone greater? Am I like foodstuff – with an expiry date stamped somewhere on me? Will I just end? Just dissolving into nothing? Or do I go somewhere else? “I’m just moving. Don’t worry,” Is there really a Heaven and a Hell? I hope I’ve been good Is there another plane of existence, where I go when I die? Or is it just an expanse of nothingness? Is there a judge and a jury who decide my fate when I die? Will I stand before a sombre man, Who hits the bench with his hammer, Calling “Order! Order!”? So many questions about the ending But what about the beginning? I know how babies are born How they grow inside the mother’s warm womb But where did they come from? Their soul? Their personality? But still the question is: What happens when it ends? Is this life just one chapter in a book? Then turn to the next chapter, my friend Tell me what happens I’m desperate to know! What happens when we die? |