A fact of a small period of time,
where we are aware,
where we care and dare,
enjoiying rain and sunshine,

that we and everything else is,
and as such in time existence,
is a real instance,
until the day we cease,

we get of existence unaware
as it is determined through us,
there is no after, no surplus,
hypothetically it is still there,

noone will ever tell,
your reality, your existence,
your time, in lifes dance,
from birth to death’s bell.

Would it make a difference if existence itself would stop existing when we die? Or is it even more valuable that existence is reality and we should take joy in every time that we exist.