One after the other,
Cars speed in a definite direction
Life is like that too,
Each waiting our turn.
Into the deep dark death ,
That beckons each soul,
Some in peace,
Some well before their time.
What decides this fate of ours,
Is it part of a bigger plan?
Some need to be eliminated,
And some retained for a cause?
Purpose of life best described,
By the worldly saints and messiahs.
All things happen for a bigger good,
Live each day as though it is blessed.
Some overtake right or wrong,
Some go abiding the rules,
Some a tragic end deserve,
Some just a tragic victim.
Deserving don’t always win,
Winners are not always achievers,
Life’s randomness is a sad thing,
It’s generally not fair to the deservers.