Life Is Lying Poem by William Mowell

Scars will heal and dust will clear
Is there meaning in this to fear

Accidents happen every day
The bodies only left to decay

Life is short and still we hide
And to ourselves we still lie

If you knew when you pass
Would you live and have a blast

Or would you sit there zombie like
Afraid of the big biker dike

It takes almost dying to see
Only then are you really free

What would you do then
What will you do when

You live in fear of dying
Love without fear of lying

What would you go after
Would you appreciate laughter

It takes almost dying
To realize this life is lying