Maybe tomorrow
Feb 4, 2024
What if I were to die tomorrow?
A final breath to leave me hollow
A thought surely for today
While my will is still in sway
An infinite number of things
This life will never bring
Tales left untold
Lies left unsold
A life no longer growing old
Funny how final death
Makes one hold onto this very breath
Stillness in contrast with motion
The duality at the core of every notion
When was I ever alive?
When will I ever die?
I’ve only the one tale to tell
I’ve only the one lie to sell
Was it ever real or was my life borrowed?
Will I choose to live today?
Not likely, maybe tomorrow…
