Plans

My world needs be colder still Where I may tremble, where I may shiver No where in the world is new Knocking on death’s door... my soul I might just deliver I grew up learning to share my life Yet wealth, love and humanities taught me to be selfish We must only possess what we own to survive We can only earn or borrow, we can only wish What we obtain through and through We never learn to let go of things that weren’t We are afterall the teachers of us fools The desires for needs that couldn’t I need to learn to let go I need to learn to be in content I do not want to know what happens tomorrow When death and I have already made plans The world we build is not for survival Simply a place for a temporary stay and then gone I do not see life as precious or as vital Simply... I know this one world I don’t belong