EXPIRING LIFE

Life is a journey 
Of soul
From birth 
Until death.
In a tangible form
That's pliable and flexible,
Mobile and responsive,
Adaptable and persuadable
With an expiration date...

Journey beyond 
Of soul
Is unknown, alien
Incomprehensible.
In an intangible form 
That becomes rigid and stiff,
Motionless and pliant,
Decomposing and disintegrating
With an expiration date...


Why then 
Do our minds flutter
The thoughts cause the pain
Fight with others
For boundaries 
For land 
Struggling for existence
When existence itself has an expiration date?