(sometimes the living scares me more than the dead )

At times,
Confusion knocks on unscratched doors.
In rhymes,
Life's a celebration with no flaws.

A stain in life when not revealed,
Then it's hidden and concealed.

The passed rests six feet under, remains.
Excavation can never change what it contains.
Words are only words and nothing but words.
They can never set one free like soaring birds.
There's more than meets the eye.
True as this can be no one can defy.
A living being is like a shadow.
One sees it's shape and it's figure.
But one can never guess what's below.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live. "
- Jean-Paul Sartre