Do we know?
Do we know when we fly?When we drop everything
and disappear into eternity.
Do we know when to make it
or when to break it?
Because the days are never coming back.
Your chanses will never come once more.
Do we know when to love, when to ask,
when to say:
I love you?
Do we know before,
or will we learn after we die?
We will all go down in history,
some of us forgotten, some of us loved.
Do you never ask yourself
Why you can live a whole life,
get old, get tired, and die.
And most of the people living on the face of earth,
was never aware that you ever lived?
Poetry by Poe_t
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Written on 2005-10-14 at 11:59
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