No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
Hope without love is hopeless.
Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.