Life... is it really all it seems?

When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this valley of strange humors.-Maya Angelou


Death.. is it really all its cracked up to be? And what about life? Is it really worth living? These are a few questions I seem to be asking myself constantly.

Now I Hope life is really worth living, and that there's something unbelievably awesome waiting for me when I die. If there's not... life is worth living because it's the only chance that I get. And if there is something awesome waiting when I die, well im still going to make the most of the time I have here because... well...imnot really shure but I will regardless of that fact.

Maya Angelou is amaizing, and her writing is the platform of inspiration if you will of my lovely poem that contains her words as well as my own:

This valley of strange humours
That country of no return
Youlive here carefree and blindly
but for those lost, you start to yearn

This and that, that and this if you don't enjoy life...
I'ts something your shure to miss.

These and those, fingers and toe's
When you die are they there?
And what about your hair?

Are you on this earth in spirit?
Or are you not around to hear it...


This poem doent flow, so now I have to go
Its turning into a rap, but its cool because I like it like that