The paradox end
We travel the paradox you and I
Wonder this path of bye the bye.
A plan that stretches from now till then,
Without the knowledge of where or when.
It is a problem that bothered me much,
Since I do not have the philosophers touch.
It shadows my thoughts each day anew,
Never a stop and never a clue.
Do I dare believe any of the says?
With all the fray and weight of the ways?
The gift of life enters with cry
And ends in silence, whimper or sigh.
The answer is somewhere beyond my glen
And I'm sure my children will think it again.
Life is a paradox, I'll say it once more.
And the answer I fear, a nothingness door.
But clearly one thought that I can send.
Make happiness your quest till the end.