The Hand
It is said that words and thoughts have meaning
One should take care to emit those out to the Universe
What if by saying that I don´t want to go back…
My plane were to dive into oblivion?
It´s ironic how we don´t think how fragile life is
Fate or destiny can swipe from the face of the earth
One, hundreds, or thousands like a small colony of ants
So busy, busy, busy, until a foot steps on them
To simply obliterate them on the spot
So busy they never stopped to contemplate a sunset
Since our departure is inevitable anyway
I´d like to propose… that before your bony
Glacial hand grips mine...that I live a long, fruitful life
Not that I´m selfish in that sense, I simply need
To do so much, for those more vulnerable than me
Be cool, be nice
Know that I too want to learn what´s beyond
Soon enough, I´ll take your hand
To be reunited with my loved ones again
All in good time, when the moment is just ripe
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