Futuristic Thinking


Everyone wants to be set in stone

I want to be set in dirt.


Let it fill me up, Let my lips part in a thoughtless smile

As worms make their homes in my throat.


Let life replace life,

Begin hundreds and thousands of lives


Give me this chance at redemption

For I may have wasted my own chance

But let me give a million others

The fractured pieces

Of my attempt.


All we can do while living is try

Fight the neverending cycle of failure

But death

Gives us a salvation

I myself find impossible to resist


I could go in stone

Or ash,


No- bury me in dirt

And give the worms

A chance

To make my life worth living.


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