Every one is running,to be ahead of life but miss the scenery, miss the life no, he just wants to be with us we look back, He is not in sight! looking in front, but no one is ahead thinking , we are left alone in this fight Fast forward to the finish line, we run death is waiting for us,with her open arms Hand in hand with life, He is seeing me out, She is waiting for me but it's not quite the time i'll enjoy this walk, as i'll enjoy death's arms
no rhythm or rhyme... this is not even poetry, i wonder why do i write...