One Day Counts

1.21.15

Stages

I don't know

Where I'll go

What'll happen

When I die

I may go up

To the so called pearly gates

Or I may fry

In the smoldering oil of sin

Or I'll be fit into a box

And waste away, with maybe one dead flower six feet above me

Or I'll be sliced open

And save a life or two

And my ashes will be thrown into the sea

That comforts me

Because I don't know

Where I am

What is happening

Now that I'm alive

I may do good

And be a wonderful woman

Or I may fail

In the luscious temptation of the world

Or I'll be fit into a box

And type my life away, with maybe a child to put above me

Or I'll open my soul

And be in love

And swim in the seven seas

And that comforts me

But what is best

Was when I could rest

Inside the womb

Nothing to worry about, no impending tomb

Instead I was asleep

And my mother sang a muffled song

I was underwater, but I appreciated the sentiment I suppose

I liked being a fetus

But I suppose that isn't being

It was so much more freeing