Final Moments

Laying on my bed, Old and weary, Thinking about one thing, How time passed by,

Saw flashes of life, Jumping from one moment to another, Caught myself running, Into an endless chase of comfort,

It was always new car, new house, new job, I was afraid that if I turn back now, I would be lost, Prestige, power, money grew on me, Thought these were the things I should have with me,

In the end, It got me to a place, Where I turn back, And I see no face,

The sky has gone dark, View filled with squares of lights, Silence stomped by the commotion of traffic, And neighbor’s kid’s cry,

I wonder what this was all about, What it was supposed to be, There is no definitive answer, Or maybe no such thing,

What was I, In this charade called “life”, Was I another story, Or a stone left by,

I feel the body numbing slowly, Tonight could be the night I perish, The world doesn’t care, It would still be moving.