What matters?

She sat near the window
Pen in hand,
Lost in thoughts
Of gain and loss
Did it matter?
Was the question she asked
All these things?
All these beings?
Were they here to stay
Or vanish on a chosen day?

Were promises really kept?
Or were they made in jest?
Would we stay forever young?
Or would our graves be dug?
Had we tried our best?
Had we passed this test?
Were we prepared?
For the results we’d get?

Had we flowed with the tide?
Had life taken us for a ride?
Had we sailed successfully?
Or did we sink slowly?

Think of these questions now
Before you are forced to think
And it is already to late to change
The outcome of your fate.
Think of this world as a bridge
And take the one true path
To eternal bliss.

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