Left+Handed+Poem

It’s just undone. My end speaking heaven, You’ve put me here for one reason, To die just like everyone else. But I can make the difference, Between useful and un-useful. Living one’s dreams might be just as special as living your own, And I choose my own. If I were to die tomorrow, But she lived to tell the story. I hope her heart wouldn’t wilt in misery, Because she can find another. Of course as you hear, Even without death, Crisis can be heard in midnights waking toll. The eyes of your peers will guide you through the easiest times, Try in the hard, But ultimately, You need to face your fears. Consequences will be delivered, But live on, Live on, Just live on. If it’s love that I’ve learned today, Will I sequence that of the same tomorrow? If she’s my best friend today, Might she die tomorrow? Can you think of that? You can ponder that.... This world of mine is burning under the sun, We’ll eventually stroke, But for now it’s all for fun. After this life is said and done, Because today was tomorrow, Then change is a due. If you can’t find change then you’re nothing new. If I ran as a child, and will crawl as an old man, Won’t death be proud? This isn’t death, It is just living nothing proudly.. Are you okay with that? I am okay with that.