What if we could never die?
Stranded on the island that is the eternity of living
Surrounded by a sea of people
Alone to suffer our fate as we watch each wave crest fall die out and begin anew. The constant drumming, the roar of the waves pounding on our ears
Pounding
Pounding
Pounding
Until we can take no more
Sweat death welcome us into your lips
Yet they are sealed, pinning us to our island
Our lonely island in the sea of people we wish to never have to meet
Yet that we have to meet
And greet
And get to know
Just long enough to see not only that they go, but without us.
To meet you again my young friend would be a blessing, but this curse
What if we could meet again? My young friend,
But I am afraid that I lie here, welcoming the darkness that never comes in my world of eternal day, the day with the drumming waves that are
Pounding
Pounding
Pounding
Into the next day, break or no break.
What if we could never die?
Farewell my young friend,
My wave of hellos
My meets
My greets,
My get to knows
My wave of good day
My wave of goodbye