Out of the Frying Pot...

Out of the frying pot, into the fire,

escape being drowned to be burned at the pyre.

As our time ends the beacons are lit,

we can't give up now, we're too close to quit.

After all that I have seen and have done,

I feel like my lifetime has merely begun.

Day after day just seems all the same,

Is hard work rewarded by gain?

Is it worth giving?

Is life worth living?

I seek answers to questions within,

should I carry on or do I give in?

Life chases life whilst our dreams chase dreams.

Lose some silver and find some gold,

rewards are given to the brave and the bold.

Although most of our dynamism has already gone,

we must find the strength inside to carry on.

It is unknown what life really means,

is it a pursuit of happiness, to chase your dreams?

Others claim to understand

that life is preparation for the Promised Land.

Is it worth giving?

Is life worth living?

I seek answers to questions within,

should I carry on or do I give in?

Life chases life whilst our dreams chase dreams.

As it ends, I see clear, the faces,

faces of what could have been.

As the fire grows so near to the memories,

memories of things that we've seen.