Came from being a baby,
And here I am as an adult.
I wonder about death on a daily,
As I traverse this life of tumult.
I feel feelings that are quite ineffable,
And speaks shallow words into being.
I dream with my eyes open,
I also dream when I’m asleep.
Quick to discover,
That days become nights.
On the worst and the best,
I get to wondering what is life.
I’m awake in sleep and dreams,
Eyes wide open in melancholy.
They say fear is the real death,
But I’ve never believed what they’ve told me.