Sometimes, so much as walking

does remind me of the past

this present's future that won't last

in our minds, only ours hearts


There was no farewell only fog

then again, think you we're not

blessed by this one outcome

I think we could be even worse


but we're in here, we can still smile

though each one is in a countdown

"I'll make my life of meaning full,"

the euphemisms never stop.