And to dust we shall return

For dust we are and to dust we shall return,
And with us shall all our earthly concerns;
The ones that we exalt in our hearts so high,
Shall also be dust on the day we die.

Why do we greed and lust for the money we earn
And hope to find eternity in return ?
Why can’t our minds fathom the vanity of pleasure
Or our hearts seek a greater treasure ?

The mind crowns itself with gems of pride,
And from the angels it sets the devil aside
The mind sets itself on the mortal highs
And blinds our hearts with worldly lies.

The ones that we exalt in our hearts so high
Shall also be dust on the day we die.
And the mortal pleasures we lust and crave
Can never save us from the mouth of the grave.

Careless Wanderers

Careless like the birds in the sky,
We wandered around these empty streets-
Hoping we can carry our dreams and fly,
And see where this journey leads.

We were running through the pages of this book
With the endings unknown,
Careless about the paths we took,
We were wanderers in a world of our own.

Our hearts wandered around more than our feet,
And our dreams were on top of the hills
As we began to write a fairytale in these empty sheets,
With a lot of pages left to fill.

I look at how the times have changed now,
And oh how much we’ve grown !
I can do nothing but wonder how –
We were able to be careless wanderers in a world of our own.

Roses for the dead

Count the hands that bring roses to the dead,
And the eyes that shed tears for the deceased.
Watch out for the lips that give comforting words,
And watch how their love has suddenly increased.

Heart-melting words come from cold hearts,
And bitter souls express sugar coated emotions,
I wonder why it is hard find droplets of love,
While in the middle of this whole wide ocean.

I wonder why the dead receive more flowers
And the living recieve more stones,
When you need flowers to bloom,
And a tombstone to mourn.

But what if we gave roses to the living?
A rose for every endeavour;a toast for every new day.
What if we wear black clothes to a home,
And have no lies no say?