Be it known: the sky falls,
then falls again
When it falls the third time,
some of you will be lucky enough
to recognize that the sky is not
what you’ve always assumed;
it’s a rolling ocean overhead
-an ocean with no bottom,
And buried, in the ground
beneath your feet, is the only means
you have of escaping it
But the dead know only too well
that you’ll eventually drown
underground too
Nevertheless, run and dig
until the waves overtake you
Because the only winners in life’s race
are those still running it
You thought there was more?
Grow up, you coffin in the making
Be it known: today is what shapes you
Those who make a habit
of saying it can wait till tomorrow
are those most likely to leave
the whole of this Earth unseen
“Maybe in a month or two.”
is the noose around your hourglass
So take that leap as you already are,
or be prepared to miss out
on everything you desire
You think there’s plenty of time?
Some of you won’t survive the year
Be it known: all things are not equal
Some people will crave your company
the way they crave air, even if
they never admit it openly
Other people will think the worst of you,
no matter how much good you do
The unfairness of it all is apt to drive
sleep and smiles from your life,
if you let it
But you don’t have to let it
Nor do you have to give like you get
Find those folks who remind you
of your most treasured belongings
And stop trying to possess them;
stop waiting for everyone else
to value them accordingly
Need a little extra, do you?
Nobody can save you from yourself;
nobody but you
So do it already
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