Now

If I’m about to die today,
Would I just cry and just obey?
What’s left behind by me?
What I was never meant to see?

Would cost of life then be increased
Due to leftover being known?
And would I blindly go all in, whilst
My soul is not yet stone?

If you’re about to die today,
What would you have to say?
To whom, and why, and how?
Don’t hold it in and tell them now.

The last day likes to bring surprise.
It has its own agenda.
It’s nothing wise here in my lines:
You know it and just don’t remember.