why did time change on me so quickly?
A week ago life seemed constant and prominent, now I'm overwhelmed with feeling and thoughts forbidden and shaken.
I sit in my room and think of situations in distaste, wondering who would be at my funeral and why?
Would they all stand and cry or more so dance and sing with a gaylike array?
My guess? Neither, more of a silent why?
Of presence, maybe I'd induce revelations into friends and family on how life shall be lived,
Maybe those closest to me would change their daily routine and live life day by day and to its fullest...again, my guess?
Probably not,
just a shrug of the shoulders and an erasing of memories long gone as i will be...
my guess? Things will be better...