Sometimes, so much as walking
does remind me of the past
this present's future that won't last
in our minds, only ours hearts
There was no farewell only fog
then again, think you we're not
blessed by this one outcome
I think we could be even worse
but we're in here, we can still smile
though each one is in a countdown
"I'll make my life of meaning full,"
the euphemisms never stop.