From the cry of a baby to the tears shared by the tomb stone, the time spent in between is the mystery and beauty of life. These moments are molded by the views and opinions of others, making one forget life’s true purpose. This is the reality and truth, though we are surrounded by many, our life is our own and ours alone. We may lose or find ourselves in the process. Were we really lost and found or do we really know who we are? Not you, neither do I.
I’m the beginning and I’m the end
The space in between is a moment spent
An experience caught in a vacuum
Life, my existence, the will of men.
Who I am is only in two moments
I was born and I shall someday die
You and I never knew me
This is me, the beginning and the end.