Our souls in an oscillating trance,
A fated dance
Awaiting the exit sign.
If we remind ourselves of the time left
While others wept,
We can skip a spot in line while they cry.
If we stop to wipe their eyes,
We may miss the door as it swings.
And I know,
We don’t choose the time,
But we choose how we live,
In the face of death.
In this.