The search for a due date never stops
We seem to live in the shadow of our existence
Tell us when the apocalypse will be, and we will set our watches
Seeking and stumbling in vein
We want answers!
We may know when our first breath was drawn
But when will be our last!?
When the winds of opportunity blow in our favor
We pray for an extension of the deadline
When adversity stalks us, and troubles beset us
We feel incarcerated here
Some people want to leave this place
Some people actually do
Uncertainty befalls us
The faith we have is shaken
And the 6 o clock news takes what's left
Who will stand unchanged by the winds of rumor?
Can our hearts not beat inside the moments that we have?
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos