After all that is over
It doesn't very feel like I'm at the end
I'm looking out onto the sunset
And I'm staring down into the sea as well
And should I sail or swim away
I hope deep down
You will still attend my wedding or my funeral
...
Is it a bet I made to you?
Well did you even care in the first place?
I shouldn't be here, we both know that
Or maybe I'm supposed to be
Here
...
Casket or cake?
Whichever shall I choose
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection on my current world. I didn't think I'd ever make it here, and now I sit on what to do next.
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Comments3
Interesting dilemma. Nice to have choices.
Cake, I reckon.
Obviously it must be cake.
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