There are the three easiest things,
Though none knows what each means,
They seem to us so commonplace
That we take lightly every phase
And speak of it so freely,
As if we knew it really
Or there had to be a lot
More serious questions in the world
To seek, to answer and to learn...
The easiest thing is to be born,
The second thing is to give birth
And finally the hardest choice -
To deal with death...
Since childhood's years
I've always wondered: how come
People can live so comfortably calm
Amid this universal ocean
Of constant and uncertain motion
Without answering, without seeking...
Most times without even thinking
They couple then file for divorce,
They breed and then they march to wars,
As if they deem that their race,
Their nation, legacy, their faith,
Or their petty worldly wealth
Somehow might help them to conquer death!