#41

This ain’t the day

When I cease to be

Seems far too ordinary

My last day on earth to be

So much beauty

I still have to see

So much of mmyself

I still have to be

Million thoughts unknown

Yet to cross my mind

There’s far too much here

To leave it all behind

I have no dreams no plans

I just let myself be

And you’ll be informed

When I cease to be