the last thing you hear
 
 
approaching the end of your life
what are you supposed to do?
are you supposed to just sit and stare
and wait for nothing to happen to you?
 
as a child
we had our dreams and things
nothing special
but soon we changed
and everything we liked
took second place
to everything we’d gained
 
I’m not so sure I want to die
I’d like to live again
but different now
with what I know
there are things that I would change
 
with dawn comes night
and I feel mine
come creeping
covering me
I pull it closer to myself
 
my eyes close
 
I’m happy