Death is....

Death is mysterious.
It is the line between living,
And being reborn.
Sometimes its painful,
Other times you won't notice it.
But are they accidents?
We don't know.
Maybe its just our time.
We all have an expiry date on our foreheads,
But its smudged,
So we can't see it.
All we can do it wait or guess.
Death is mysterious,
It catches us by surprise,
We have no say in who dies,
Unless we kill them.
We have no say on who stays alive.
We can only live it.