La vida no és com l'aigua

Water flowing,
life leading to death.

But life's not a river,
life expires,
death
threatens existence.

Black sky
in a full moon night,
no faith
being under bright light.

What attitude should we wear
looking at a deep well
in which water is dammed?

Should we close our eyes
to the dark hole
we wear in our souls?

How can we make our flow,
our flow that is life,
our particular countdown,
glow?

Too many questions,
once more.