Denial
If we are bound to Death, then struggle is non-existent
But because we fear the unknown, we think we are exempted,
Yet I do not recall the last time, I've ever seen Death so sad
We are childish;foolish--try to turn back Time's flowing hand,
And by this we are forever chained down, and left alone
It seems Life got the upper hand, killing two birds with one stone,
And where are we, in this mess? I guess I forgot to check
Though every excuse is a wrong excuse---pardon my disrespect.
Yet if we backhand Death, ignore Time, and walk mindlessly in Life,
Then we will die, hearts still denying; And Truth reveals her knife...