If life doesn’t begin,

Death is neverending,

Sometimes we catch ourselves, 

Carrying the joy,

Or the sadness,

Or the confusion, 

Of one moment

Into another,

Towards something, 

The centre of life,

To life,

Or, 

To the end of life,

To death

Sometimes we simply are death, 

When life doesn’t come to us,

It comes for us.