A Rhetorical Mystery Poem by Wolf the poet

the world is like a tomb
our souls entrapped in a cage
we struggle to burst open our self made cocoon
but as we know it a cocoon is not like a balloon
it cant just burst open

we are bound with mindless rules
rules which wind us tight
some definitely are wrong and some right
but for survival purposes
we have no choice but to abide by the rules

time we have left in this wretched earth
it is slime and tricky
time is short, time is limited
every living thing or creature perishes
long gone long forgotten

is there life after death
a rhetorical question yes
not to all as believers believe
the non believers back up nature
nature as it is as the giver and the taker