Perhaps there is more to life

There are warm fires

And cold hearts

Echoing laughs

And sad songs

Moments of peace

And others filled with strife

We torture our minds

With dreams we are yet to acquire

There are the paths we follow

They all lead to the pyre

There are the passions we chase

That burn us like fire

In sorrow, desire

In love, grief

In passion, obsession

The bitter and sweet

The falling and rise

Make the sublime tapestry

Of our lives