The Beginning, The End

Why did I arrive crying?
What did I hate leaving?
What comforts was I missing?
What future was I fearing?


What inspired love?
Made this life glow?
In fact, so much so...
That I don't want to go?

I grasp, I grab
I cling, I crib
I fear, I pretend
I try to extend

This futile life limited
With a beginning and an end
Forgetting where I came from
Not caring where I have to go

And yet embraced by death
Taken away, to which place?
Will I go back home?
Where I first came from?

Why do I go crying?
What do I hate leaving?
What comforts will I be missing?
What future am I fearing?