We all die in the end—
not a threat,
just a truth.
No matter the armour,
the charm,
or the youth.
You can climb every peak,
chase every trend,
but time doesn’t bargain.
We all die in the end.

You can hustle,
stay broke,
make millions,
or mend,
be cruel,
be kind,
fake love or pretend.
You can build your name tall,
let it twist in the wind—
still,
the story shuts gently.
We all die in the end.

So speak what you mean.
Don’t wait to begin.
Hold close what matters,
shed what’s pretend.
Laugh loud,
cry hard,
break,
and transcend
because none of us lingers.
We all die in the end.