It’s hard to know
What a life will mean
Mid sentence
Choices made
Driven by the times
Unchosen
It’s no game
But someone loses
Every time
And so we love
To show the other
We’re the same
In the end
You tried your best
So did I
Who knows how history will recall this time? We cowrite this story in real time, set out with intention. Everyone knows that life ends with death. Still we wait with bated breath, hands shaking with trepidation over how it all ends.
