In life We Are All Bound In Death

In life we are all bound in death
For nothing comes if not the end
And language is a fickle friend
That will end with human breath.

Every flower wilts and dies
What is the will we hold so dear
To remain alive year after year
To laugh and love, to smile and lie?

No, better now to say goodbye,
To leave behind the mortal chains
Of clear blue skies and summer rains
That blind our willfully human eyes.