I sometimes sit in a dark room,
Alone in complete tranquility.
I imagine the day I'm dead,
Please don't doubt my sanity.
I'm a happy being, in this planet,
Peace and pleasure immense.
But do all these matter once I'm dead,
Because then I wouldn't be able to sense.
All the people I've met till today,
Will they cry when it's the end of my life?
But whom can you trust?, cause maybe,
Someday they might kill you with a knife.
So now that I feel life is worth dying,
And that is why for living people thrive.
Let's be happy in these few days,
Let's love and live this life.