One cannot bank on duration of life

We do not have control

One thing we can be sure thereof

Is the destiny of our souls

I stood upon the shore, and I
Saw seagulls in their flight.
Lengths of time stretched far and wide,
As darkness faded into

Under a rainbow and next to a tree

This is the perfect place for me

My time on Earth has now come to an end

Time to round

What is death, but a part of life's strife?
But is it the ending, or is it a beginning?
New life, is but an old death.
Love

I died the other day, I shed my skin
I left everything, to my next of kin
They took my shell, danced over it
then threw me,