Death— br The ultimate end of life. br br I know br This is no revelation. br br It’s common knowledge br We are born to die. br br Yet so tempting br Are all the pains and pleasures br Of this journey called life, br br That even when we reach br Our destination br We refuse to alight. br br Like we clutch at br A shattered plank of hope br To keep afloat br While drowning in br An ocean of despair br br We want to hold on to life. br br So soothing and tempting br Is this symphony called life br —A motley medley— br br That even when we know br This record will be shelved br In the archive of existence br —In a vault called grave— br br We want it to keep playing br Rewinding…Replaying.