At the end of the day, I will lie in my grave a lone wolf of my days; no one but just me.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” He smiled at me and I shook my head, for what is it worth?
For even marriage ends where death begins, so then why do we still try?
Live every day, forgetting that one day I can lose you and you can lose me.
hurting each other in the process.
I run off, not waiting for him to ask why, for my racing mind can not tell him what she really thinks.
We always have hope but in the end, it still doesn’t save us from death.
We Die Anyway.
As I smoked my last joint; I could die of cancer, probably, or the universe might favour me.
No care in the World.
No ties, nobody at all,
The roads spoke of dry days no human ever thought about.
Be positive in everything but when it comes to death we all run.
“When I die today, I die a single person; no one who cried joins me, no one who says I will go with you means it”
Dry bones, dry lives, dry hopes,
Drylands and dry thoughts.
Hope is also dry.
At the end of the day, the hate, the worries; everything is zilch!
NO ONE LIVES FOREVER
