or a major disappointment
Little soul,
Death is coming
It is coming for me
And for you.
What do you want
To accomplish?
And all I want to do
Is be able to dunk a basketball
Maybe there I will be able to
After the kneeling
Maybe there you will be you
After the dusting
The likelihood of us existing
Is enough to keep me going
For many heavens and hells,
Stanzas sent from my iPhone.