It’s true, in 24 hours I will be dead,
Now that I’ve got your attention
It’s not something that you should dread
My intention to getting your attention,
Is not the intention in mention or
a cry for intervention!
Would I really miss me if I died?
There would be no reason to hide!
Anything.. Even from myself!
I could expire gently in stealth.
Yet I feel that if I was to go tomorrow,
I would leave behind an awful… sorrow!
They do not wept for the nameless
And faceless dead!
The victims of famine, earthquakes, accidents or just lying in bed!
Why would they want to weep for me?
I am but a number among the trillion of stars and trees!
Without me… the world will continue to spin and circumnavigate around the Sun!
And I would be just a brief thought!
A grain of sand in the immense passage of space and time! Bar one!
Which leaves me with even more questions!
Where is this love, this beauty and the truth we seek?
They say its all in our hearts and minds, if we were not so weak!
Should we then be in less need of desire?
If we were not so weak with desire before we expire?
That day that I die which will be not now but eventually somehow!
I wonder, will the morning be rainy, cold and dim?
Or will the the sky be a blazing blue,
And will the dawn have a beaming red grin?
Death may not be the dark dead end
Not one that nature could ever intend
Life is all in a matter of distance.
As death is just another crossroad in our existence.
Don’t be alarmed people…. It’s just a thought….. on the eve of Easter.