As many of us do at some point of their lives I recently thought about why we die. I will not argue that human death is caused by the deterioration of the cells in our bodies. However you might want to ask yourself why cells behave this way. There is just no logic behind this. If the human body can grow to its full size then it should be capable of reproducing healthy cells when the height of growth is reached. The facts that we get old and die are proof that there must be a reason. Although not scientific, this is my poetic way of saying we have to die sooner or later:

Born as giants
stuffed with soul and heart.
Every day alive
tears it apart.
If you put your heart and love
into some things that you do
you lose tiny bits of soul
even if the rewards seem few.
Although souls regrow over time
never reach their former magnitude
which leads one to conclude:
Souls are fading over time
but all the tiny bits we give
are moments we like to relive.
They bring happiness to -
and all around us.
Though we can’t live
without our souls and thus,
leave the world
as empty shells -
just a bunch of body cells.
Given every bit away
but – believe me –
it’s okay!

(The title can be seen as a tribute to Supertramp)

To mend the wounds in this world
is why I’ve been called to this dark place.
Curing peoples hearts and souls
and restore their will to live
give them hope
and reason to go on.
To show them the beauty of live is my fate,
Being able to rescue you from your hell is my faith.
But if I am this healer
then why does it hurt so much.
Why is it that I can heal others
but not myself.

If only I could tell you some time
when you give me the chance
and allow me to -
To tell you how much I love you
to explain why there is no reason -
no reason at all.
Like I’ve known you all my live
I feel so empty when you’re gone -
though you where never there.
I need you, just like you need me
without each other we are nothing -
nothing but incomplete.
Don’t you feel this desire in your chest
can’t you see what you’re without me -
a hopeless empty shell.
Fill me with your open heart
complete me with your soul -
let me be whole – With You.

It’s like I get up
and I don’t know why.
I eat, I drink, I think, I learn -
but why?
I don’t understand this life.
I don’t understand the people I meet.
Things are so simple
but in their minds there are contradictions.
Why can’t you just take an opportunity
that life offers you?

So I go on -
I do the stuff I do every single day of my life
I think of you while pretending to be as normal as usual.
I don’t want to play this role
in this fucked up game of love.
I want you – that’s all.
But your thoughts seem more troubled than mine.
That’s the reason why I’m sad -
because you are.