The more I hold on,
The more I feel like I'm already gone,
Days fly by,
Even minutes and hours,
With each that passes,
This life sours,
I can feel it rot all around me,
Reminders of mortality and death surround me,
The fears and doubts continuously pound me,
Can nothing happen anymore to astound me?
I look straight into a blue sky,
And all I can do is wonder why,
What does it matter,
If a life begins to shatter,
If a heart proceeds to break,
Will it even leave a wake?
If it all were to crumble,
Who would hear the echoing rumble?
We'll all be lost to it someday,
What then will we have to say,
What then will mean each day,
Each hour,
Each minute,
What value then will be in it?
