Is this what it means?
To be born and then die?
Am I just cruising along this ship that’s called life?
When all alone,
I could’ve searched for some mysteries,
I could’ve treasured those moments.
Instead, I stormed out of my childhood
To be knocked down and bruised.
Patience is key, my mother would preach.
But I refused to listen to her prayers.
And now I’m finding myself slowly losing my grip,
Because now I know that life’s not about
‘A lifelong wait for a hospital stay.’
I’d go back to simpler times,
I’d listen to the meaning behind His words.
And I’d accept the path He wants me to have.
All for the sake of dying without a machine.