Isn't It???

What is like to feel all the the odds
For and against a life that is our?
What if we foresee all the knots
of the Web of Time that rule and devour?

As it ends we pretend to live free
Spotless illusions, loose odds we lost in our path.
Through our limited mind we can't see
Eternity echoing between our breath

Couldn't we sense and perceive It leaking
beneath our grasping mouths as we kiss?
We couldn't spend that time thinking
what we are and create is full of bliss.

What is like to feel what wasn't revive?
Nonsense! It's good to be alive!