Life is pondered.
Clocks strike, ticking away the stolen hours.
It is percieved
that death is quite near.
Bodies quake.
Uncontrollable fear is produced.
It is percieved
that pain will ensue.
I am quite calm.
Death may come my way.
I will spend my stolen hours
without a twitch or qualm.
For while the others tremble
with the fear of the unknown,
I have done something unusual.
I have concluded.
Life is not to be taken for granted,
as death is not to be taken a fool.
And though I know nothing with certainty,
I am quite content to dream.
