The Day Of Dying

The eerie thing is The day of your dying Will be a normal day You may need to clear your head You step out, saying bye to your wife And just like that. Or maybe you're travelling back to your mom And the car in front of you losing a tyre Killing you and others Having a normal day so far Or maybe you will be used to the cancer Because till then, it was always a normal day of pain Or maybe you go out to lunch And you swallow wrong on a date Or maybe you are old and expecting But it still catches you off guard. Or maybe you planned it all But still, you will lack the faith We all die the same deaths suddenly At least to our perspective