Mysteries: Poem

Mysteries

There is a mystery in living

When, how, for how long and why

No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments

The devil's advocate I can play indeed

But the end is always the same

Its almost as if our lifespans are a timed game

We can hop from land to land

For reasons only we can understand

We can lament and weep

Until at the end we finally sleep

To sleep perchance to dream

As a great poet once wrote

In lifespans, life's cycles, in moments of oblivion

I even forgot all that I wrote

The great mystery was not action or living

The great question was extinction and annihilation

To come back to the essential

I, Me and Myself

My small insignificant life

Could I even presume to be remembered

After the third generation, the fourth maybe?

And what was it's essentiality?

Wicks flame, flicker and glow

That is finally the way I will go.

Copyright: Rani Turton