Such Knowledge Yields No Freedom

Always,
we speak
of days at end,
no longer seeing
the sun set, or rise
to start another blue day.

Persistently,
we search to find
the answers; wondering
what could the other side hold
if it were to have hands and thumbs.

One day
we will know
and come to under-
stand, allowing it to be
no end for me. It is all lies.

Every day
we slowly die;
becoming more ripe
with age like fruit rotting
on the muggiest of fall days.

Today
can bring
a change. Life
is ready to be had;
waiting for you to stop
searching for death, it will come.