Most people have it and squander it. They don’t hear it tick ticking down, the seconds pressing like a weight on your heart. This quietus of minutes chasing you through your final tasks so much so that you can’t even enjoy what you’re doing.
I’ve traveled the world and flip through pictures in my mind of the wonders I’ve seen and I beg Death to leave me here because I’ve not had enough, I need more. I don’t know if he hears me so I measure my time in tears and continue to run….