Who is to say what holds beyond death,
Nobody did ever come back and tell,
Hocus Pocus and rumours be fell,
Heaven and Hell is what is assured.
But I sleep, eat and live in the present,
How can I bother about these things then,
If only there was magic,
An elf, a wizard or a little hobbit.
But alas those are meant for books,
films and stories,
Much like black and white are aspirations,
But gray, now that's my reality.
So armed with belief in myself,
An ever increasing knowledge,
Experience, hard work and the works,
I fight my own battles.
And if I die so be it,
The least I know I did my best,
To live honestly and more importantly humanly,