Ashes to ashes
And yet we all have egos
Dust to dust
Does not strip us of our pride
From everything to nothing
Frustrates and hurts us
But isn't it from nothing we came?
Born with no set path, no idea of self?
We breathe as if if we have a reason to
Wailing when we find it not to be so
Our lives are pre-deterimaned
Only in our own minds
Everything we have, we have to have
Each thing is needed for our life
This conscept is forced upon us
There is nothing but today
Pre-determination is unknown
Preceiption can make for reality
Just wait until it can no longer hold
Joy or agony? which will we feel?
Live life without thought or precondisations
Let go of musts and stipulations
Soon everything will be as it should be
Simiple existance of us doing what we are doing
From ashes to ashes
For we are dust going to dust
Everything in cycle, in end
Each person, each life, each to their own
Gives the ultimite freedom
Gracious truth

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