Our Last Breath (...The Only Debt We Owe Time)

Most of the people still call this planet their home

Some murder innocent souls just to own a piece

Others believe theirs is somewhere in the skies

Alas a handful of people hope of life hereafter

But nobody knows what lies beyond this realm

Our expectation of an eternal journey is no ruse

As many would argue in order to dent the truth

Of what had been and continues to use everyone

In a world where many of us are still deliberating

If there's someplace somewhere only death gives

A new home after earth will always be a hotshot

About the soul's endurance beyond the end of life

And this has become a tasteless thought for many

Who strongly believe that our presence on earth

Was as a result of a time-worn blast presumption

No human can stop or slow the passage of time

Since our existence is remotely measured by it

After all it started the day we were duly conceived

Time had been and still remains the marker of life

That ensures our exits when we run out of breath

The thought of your last breath could be frightening

A moment of a fleeting transition into the unknown

Where many believe reincarnation is their best shot

To a place where they hope to relive their lives again

But who wants to return or knows where we're headed?

In Loving Memory of 

Emuesiri, Eunice, Rosemary, Tunde, Wale and others who PAID their DEBTS too SOON -- and to everyone still breathing: "conserve your breath until the timekeeper beckons"