The storm is still brewing

I know it's coming

I can deny it

I can ignore it

I can joke about it

But it’s still going to come

That monumental moment

That crucial conclusion

That vital verdict

I look to others to forget

I focus on their issues just to forget

But caring has just become a method of procrastination

That cloud is looming over me

Getting darker all around me

A gentle breeze blows like a whisper in my ear

Yet it feels like ice against my skin

I don’t know

What to do about it

Where to go about it

How to deal with it

Or who to ask about it

But I know when it’s coming

And it’s coming fast

This calm before the storm is just a twisted joke

All quite and cool

It’s restful really

The façade that all is well

I could survive it

Or I could not

Many have made the right choice

Went to the right place

And survived for the better

Many more have made the wrong choice

Went to the wrong place

And had to live and die in hell

They tell me decision day for my future is coming,

But the thing is…

No one on this damn planet can tell what the future holds!

So why even make a plan if the blink of an eye can just blow it away?

I ask this

Day in

Day out

and the storm is still brewing