The Days I Have In Which I'm Dying

I have realized an inescapable truth today.

That I am dying, slowly but surely.

And every minute I waste of my life my body decays.

I just realized that everyone is dying.

And unless we are real to each other

We will keep dying and never live.

So while I die I want to be real with myself.

I will tell those that I love that I love them.

And those that I despise that I despise them.

I will cry when saddened and jump with joy,

When rejoicing, I will smile and I will frown.

For I see the days ahead of me vanishing slowly

But I also see the days that vanished behind me.

And in them are days when I am dead already.

When the flame is thin and suffocated.

I see that there were days of mere-existence.

When I slept and sat and waited.

But those shall not be the days remaining.

For what are we without passion for life?

Sing a song and play a tune for me.

And dance in beauty of the days that are unfolding.