Is life a mystery? Let's examine question
You're born, do a little or maybe more and die
What is this so unique for the human defy
As our brains want treatment of factitious action

Some of the middle time will be spent on crying
For the sake of hunger or the loved ones wrong deaths
Or will suffer heart ache from the core-breaking breaths
That shine light on human of division prying

The moments of caring for the right happiness
Might make a squeaky core to adventurous fright
That enlightens vision under tremendous light

What will be the outcome of the great wickedness
As the time will fly by from second to second
Till the sand expires on the final reckon