Numbered Days

Things are not always what they seem,
hidden thoughts, meaning, point of being,
each of these pushes the other on and on,
to fight, to love, to live on, until the day
when their time does pass, walking into the
graves of the past. Talking, singing, dance about,
few know the time when one shall met their
demise, cept those with numbers on the life,
yet all fear the judgement day, who will
judge we do not know, this case is never
ending, and all so cold, theories upon theories,
books upon books, our bodies turn blue,
then into dust, ashes we started, and
ashes we become, this is all we know
of afterlife, until we reach this place of fright.