Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many Fragen about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I think about?
What will my last words be and who will they be to?
And when my very life flashes before my eyes,
Will I regret what I see?
It’s amazing how life is full of surprises,
One Minute you’re living life up
And the very Weiter your gone in an instant. POOF!
Once someone is gone they are gone forever.
Du can never talk to them again no matter how badly
Du want to. And to hear old recordings or, see pictures of
them is priceless. Whenever I think about death a million
Fragen come to my mind. I do not fear my own death,
but I fear the death of my loved ones, because living life
without them would be unbearable. I find it hard to
put all of my thoughts down as I type,
for I only have Fragen with no answers.
Today I witnessed a man die,
And for the first time I began to think about what people
Are thinking as they’re dying. Since it is impossible to
know the answer I guess I’ll never know.
I’ve decided life is too short,
Nobody ever makes it out alive so why not live
Without any regrets why we have the chance,
So when our time comes we can look back with fulfillment.
If there is no escaping death and we do not know
What happens to us after death why worry about
Judgment after it? NO ONE is sure of what happens to us
after death so why do people worry about things like
Getting accepting into this place we call heaven
And so very afraid of hell. We are living in hell, as for
heaven I doubt its existence,
Not that I'm trying to force my opinion on anyone at all
But we all have a right to think what we please.
Life is a labyrinth and death is its outcome.
It’s that simple, we are like lab mice trying to find our way
through the maze, only instead of cheese we get death,
How lovely.
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many Fragen about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I think about?
What will my last words be and who will they be to?
And when my very life flashes before my eyes,
Will I regret what I see?
It’s amazing how life is full of surprises,
One Minute you’re living life up
And the very Weiter your gone in an instant. POOF!
Once someone is gone they are gone forever.
Du can never talk to them again no matter how badly
Du want to. And to hear old recordings or, see pictures of
them is priceless. Whenever I think about death a million
Fragen come to my mind. I do not fear my own death,
but I fear the death of my loved ones, because living life
without them would be unbearable. I find it hard to
put all of my thoughts down as I type,
for I only have Fragen with no answers.
Today I witnessed a man die,
And for the first time I began to think about what people
Are thinking as they’re dying. Since it is impossible to
know the answer I guess I’ll never know.
I’ve decided life is too short,
Nobody ever makes it out alive so why not live
Without any regrets why we have the chance,
So when our time comes we can look back with fulfillment.
If there is no escaping death and we do not know
What happens to us after death why worry about
Judgment after it? NO ONE is sure of what happens to us
after death so why do people worry about things like
Getting accepting into this place we call heaven
And so very afraid of hell. We are living in hell, as for
heaven I doubt its existence,
Not that I'm trying to force my opinion on anyone at all
But we all have a right to think what we please.
Life is a labyrinth and death is its outcome.
It’s that simple, we are like lab mice trying to find our way
through the maze, only instead of cheese we get death,
How lovely.
To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
