End Of The Line.

We are just a passing phase in life’s existence.
We come and go like an arrow from a crossbow.
Here today and gone soon after.
One day in next day out.
Some remembered some forgotten.
We all melt back into mother earth.
And life continues like nothing’s happened.
Peace and war, rich and poor, healthy and sick.
From life’s existence we all do need a break.
Who knows maybe someday we will return.
Unless in hell you do burn.

End Of The Lines.