Existence

Existence.

This life is such a shame
an unorganised episode in a journey to a better plane.
Or is this death an end,
I presume I will have to experience it to find out.

Will the next verse be the same.
in my next life will I find fame.
Or will I trudge along the same road,
carrying burdens that I will never unload.

Will the next verse be the same,
in my next life will I find love.
Or will I tramp along the path of fate,
always alone without a mate.

Will the next verse be the same,
I wonder what I will be named.
Or just will I be me,
or I might be you and you be who but not me.

Will the next verse be the same,
no one has come around to tell me.
All my departed are underground,
and happy.

End.

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