I was born to die,
To live my life amid imperfection.

To struggle against the unknown,
As happiness was destined to be my goal.

Full of knowledge,
I was slow to learn my lessons.

Pain became my cross,
I carried it proudly.

“Why me,” I asked?
“Why not you!” came the reply.

Is my lot in life endless suffering,
Or will there be a time of release?

The important constants that exist,
Can only be divined spiritually.

I am torn between two worlds
My mind reels.

In realization I let it all go,
I die to reborn.