Isn’t living the euphemism for dying?
Aren’t we dying when we say we are living?
Aren’t we living for the celebration-
The commemoration of our lives,
On our death day?
Isn’t death the coronation of life?
Isn’t life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isn’t life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!