To fill in else's place is hard

Even the six feet depth is not ours

And the avarice is never enough

To hold,To keep , or To own

The flesh feeds the worms

The goodwill survives until cherished

The chromosomes been passed succesfully

Yet ! the identity has to be searched.

Choosing is difficult

Choosing over leaves a mark

Regret and hurt!

Consumes most limbic system

What stays? What counts?

Whats worth? What matters?

Life without tenses

Is my new religion