Chapter 514
Reborn
First there is nothing
Then we are born
Should it be celebrated
Or should we mourn
Between many things
We may become torn
They can crush our spirit
Leaving us feeling forlorn
Many things can happen
In advance I will warn
Time has its effect
As things become worn
We may love many
To one it is sworn
When others interlope
That love can be shorn
To some we give hope
To others we are a thorn
If one looks deeper
Can we be one they adorn
The future is fluid
That can forewarn
Is it better to be dead
Or better to be reborn
Nobody