The thing that frightens me the most,
Is my time flowing by,
I can not build a dam to stop it
Until it is the day that I die.
It is cascading through my fingertips,
And puddling at my feet,
And one day I will come to realize
That it is beginning to wet my checks.
I am not going to want to leave this world
It will seem I have just learned to swim,
But my reservoir will begin to drip
Making me weak once again.
And as I am laying there immobilized,
Listening to the drip, drip, signaling I am done,
I will count through my seconds left,
Three, two, and one.

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