"The Circle of Life"

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Have you ever wondered, about your presence here on earth?

A breathless lined up seed, linked to Mom’s who give you birth

How are we chosen, to represent this life?

Living on a board game, taking chances with our dice

What’s the meaning of a life span, why must we die?

Do we return back to earth, with a different pair of eyes?

I’ve been here before, to remember with no clue

Was it from another life, a glimpse of Déjà vu?

People keep being born, but our time seems to end

Do we end our life in sins, or born to try again?

Years go by, and time seems to fly

Our world looks the same, but it’s aging in disguise

An out of body experience, a realm we cannot see

With Heaven above and Hell beneath, so what’s in between?

A mysterious satisfaction, to feel pain from cries and laughter

Grasping onto life, being afraid from what will happen

The shape of our world, is a circle it’s our globe

It’s not a moving probe; it holds stories to be told

So what would it be like, to die and be born twice?

Is our time-line eternally straight, or is it called “The Circle of Life”