Another

The End.
But another day, we are wrong
It’s Not.
Its a Beginning,
But of something New
Winter Dies,
Solely for us to feel the birth
of Spring. Simply…

When we think it is the End,
It is the beginning of Another.

Another Moment, Another Second
Another Minute, Hour, Day, Week,
Month, Year…
We Are Alive
Content, Miserable..
Joyous, Mournful…
Passionate, Numb…
We all are alive
Only Some.
Those who look forward to
Another Another.

The cycle goes on and on and…
No one escapes it
One has to Die for the Life
of Another

The End.
But another day, we are wrong
It’s Not.

March 26, 2011