Asking the wrong questions
I think we ask the wrong questions
To reconcile our answers
Ignoring all suggestions
That the people ask us
What's after death?
The question we do not know
When we take our final breath
What else will follow?
But death is not the question
Which we should be asking
It will only cause frustration
An overload of multi tasking
People wag their fingers
Saying I'm a gambler
But what's the odds on being religious?
I reckon that's the real outsider
The question we need to ask
Is what we do on Earth now
I know it's a thankless task
But someone must know how?
I don't know about Heaven
I don't know about Hell
I don't know about reincarnation
But I'm happy with my shell.
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