A poem by creature of something

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Shaken objections as they always ask, why?

Why flood my mind with mountains exploding or winds imploding with such a shaking of ground underneath?

A bird knows, a deer knows, a dog, cat, cow, pet, animal, fish, beast..

To live upon a planet where so many doors lead to death, leaving those alive to disbelieve.

Not in where they reside or live

Not with concern for age

They know though the kiss of death is near and yet choose to believe also, not today.

Tomorrow comes and leaves yesterday with today so finite and small it almost does not get the chance to exist.

A question though: Why accept destiny or fate?

Live as you want only living in full respect of that which seems impossible to escape.

Ride with me now tonight in eternal surprise; harnessing the strengths of what make people afraid

or

eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall live no matter the illusions and trickery of death trying to entertain.