There are moments we create
Holding dear
Holding near
With expectations and hopeful dreams
The very second we foresee the future
Going with the flow with no particular place to go
But In an instant it can all be gone
I envisage being young and free
Not feeble and somber
When my days were not yet numbered
I look into the mirror
I don't recognize the person looking back at me
Perhaps I'm a ghost
Floating through this so called life
On a diet that goes directly to death
It came and took me
It came and shook me
My race is ran
My time is out
I have decayed all of what I use to have
With no longer will I crave
Take my phrases
Take my words
Bury them with me into this earth