Time to meet your maker
Time to see your life
Fly past your eyes
Like a sitcom
Memories
Some fast, some slow
Some sad, some happy
Some stupid
Time wasted
Why?
It's not like
You didn't know
You wouldn't die
Someday
Somehow
But you put it off
Like homework
Procrastinating
Spending your days
Doing nothing
Or maybe doing
Something completely
Irrelevant
You should have lived
A life
But instead you
Put it off
Because you thought
Life begins at
Graduation
At twenty-one
At thirty
At forty
At fifty
At sixty
And then you
Realize you
Haven't lived
Quite the way
You wished
But what to do?
You can't go back
They say
You only live once
And others
They say you live
Again
Reborn
Resurrected
Reincarnated
But when?
And how will you remember it?
Unconscious
Only once in
This consciousness
No matter how many
Times the soul's reborn
So now you
Grasp to life
And realize
Your own
Mortality.
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