To be mortal

I feel as though I exists outside time,

I feel as though the concept is a joke,

We age and pass without a care,

We dream then die and we all fear.

Sometimes I hear death laughing as he watches,

His face amused by our sufferings,

If time did not exist would the world be better?

And so I write a letter.

I write for future generations,

I hope they can fix our mortality,

Time smirks as he ticks away,

It’s time for bed he says, no longer day.

One life and a single chance to make it big,

Many die without a name,

Time laughs because he knows the truth of the matter,

To be immortal, time we must shatter.