Poem by Doniell Cushman
What is real and what is not are questions I must answer
Time has no value in this equation
The answers will reveal themselves on some auspicious occasion
I cannot know what lies ahead though my future's been foretold
Pure luck is no enhancer
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I'll carry with me this cancer
Some will live and others die
Their hopes and dreams remain
Unloosed knots flapping in the wind
This melancholy of unfinished business will be much to their chagrin.
I don't know just when I'll go
There's hope it's not too soon
Happy thoughts I must entertain
For without life there is no love and that's far too inhumane
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