There is a mystery in living br When, how, for how long and why br No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments br The devil's advocate I can play indeed br But the end is always the same br Its almost as if our lifespans are a timed game. br br We can hop from land to land br For reasons only we can understand br We can lament and weep br Until at the end we finally sleep br br To sleep perchance to dream br As a great poet once wrote br In lifespans, life's cycles, in moments of oblivion br I even forgot all that I wrote br The great mystery was not action or living br The great question was extinction and annihilation. br br To come back to the essential br I, Me and Myself br My small insignificant life br Could I even presume to be remembered br After the third generation, the fourth maybe? br And what was it's essentiality? br Wicks flame, flicker and glow br That is finally the way I will go.