Live, it’s the Only Thing that makes Sense

Our days are limited,
Our breaths are counted.

Tomorrow is guaranteed. Is it?
Yesterday is gone. Completely?

Being alone is comfortable, 
Being lonely is unspeakable. 

Days are passing by, one by one, 
Minutes turn into hours, hours into days and days into once upon a time.

Sitting here I read my ‘Before I Die’ list

Somethings are ticked off,
Somethings are cancelled off,
Some are just there, waiting to be something, 
A memory, sweet one or even a bitter one.

Don’t know if I have a tomorrow,
Don’t know if yesterday was worth it. 

But today, today I will live,
Something I always wished.