IT MAKES NO SENSE TO ME
I fear not death but dying I must fear,
For life is all I've ever had to lose.
Those who die all seem to disappear,
So death is not the option that I choose.
Yet choice is not a fact of life at all,
I did not choose the place of my birth,
I did not choose my teachers nor my school,
Nor did I choose this planet we call Earth.
I wonder why we die at all I guess,
If God is going to give us life again,
I fail to see the point I must confess,
Going through all this rigmarole and pain.
It makes no sense to me; I'm not impressed.
Hell I hope I don't come back to life again.