If I could choose my last words-
they'd be I love you
and I'll see you later.
There's no need for goodbyes,
but let's say I wouldn't die
until my last words were said.
Well, I'd never stop speaking.
I did a lot to obtain happiness today
and the last thing I need
is to mess with someone else's.
Either way, everyone has to know
every breath we take
will become more shallow
until one day we are no more.
What do we become then?
Are we more than a dead body
in a beautiful casket
six feet blow the cold ground?
I won't bore you with my beliefs today,
but I'll let you know that the answers are
so often more than meet the eye.