Spoiler
I know this is short, but I felt that adding further onto it may have taken away the effect I wanted to give off. Critique as you may, but I hope you enjoy.
What is death?
Is it being born into a new life?
To start over again
once you've completed its full circle?
What if death is just dreaming vividly
your whole life over again?
Are we already dead?
Maybe we should live our lives
as if they were our dreams,
not dream of the life we wish we lived.

