to the point of no regrets
we helped, we persevered
it is not enough
to the point where
all the songs
has been played
all the sunrises
became sunsets
still it is not enough
how can we measure
a life well lived
a life fulfilled to the rim
a life to the point
of worthy of the
Lord's praise
of the Lord's admiration
of the Lord's love and care
of the Lord's wink
we live, we die, we breathe
we danced, we played
the game of life
till we reach the point of no return
where we become just mere ashes
being blown away by the passing wind
being shelved somewhere
in the desert, on top of a mountain
or being dragged by the ocean waves
to the point of utter silence...
