08/14/2019
‘Why do you write like you’re running out of time?’
—
(Hamilton the musical)
Life is so short
and chances are silly
One moment it’s there
The next it’s empty
Creeping past the hours
Lurking through the daylights
Watching you from corners
Awaiting your demise
Death is terrifying
but not nearly as much
as being totally forgotten
the moment you lose touch
And so I pick up my pen
And scribble through whatever
Hoping that I’d leave behind
Something someone would remember.
I’m running out of time.
And I’m just trying to outrun it.
And there isn’t a finish line.
…or am I about to find it?
Sparkles and Poetry 