I lay in bed frustrated..
What if I die alone? No one to care for me when I’m pushing them all away..
Irritated at life..
We are blessed with the most precious ability to use our minds
A mind I find hard to accept will one day vanish
It makes me wonder..
Why are we even here on this planet to have a limit on thoughts & actions?
A strange feeling occurs..
It’s like my mind’s existed before, a second hand soul
To accept death when it may come just too soon
Before we know it, it’s game over..
And I ask myself..Was it worth it?