So much pressure.
From this unforgiving world.
Almost too much to bear.
The ecosystem has a perfect balance,
Where the blood pressure of our bodies,
perfectly matches the atmospheric.
And yet, the cosmos feels as if they should add to that.
7 billion people on this earth.
The universe finds a way to torment each one of us,
One way or another.
It leaves scars.
Physically, mentally and emotionally.
But if you think about it,
We all end up dying.
Some people go too young,
Some make it a long way.
They say it’s about luck.
I don’t think so.
It’s about timing,
No one has ever made it out alive.