Katzgoboom

Some days are like small hills, Some days are like mountains, Some days the fears are little, And some days they are monsters. All in all they end up in yesterday, All in all they wind up being tomorrow, All in all you forget how bad they stung you, And all in all you are proud of what they have made of you too. We are champions and victims to our minds, What wonders they can possess, True and divine, But also horrors that lurk deep within the caverns. But fear not, In the world we are our own masters, Our own heroes, And our own disasters. It's the choice to live in the now, Yesterday is far behind, Details become frail, Tomorrow is comi

Today as I lay in bed, I hear the whisper in my head, What if today I would die, My body would cease, And my soul to fly? It began with a sore throat, Then it spread to my lungs, Also a cough, a pain, a pause, For sure I would die, No one would know, Then my symptoms began to grow. Online data bases are no one's friend, Only do they make one believe it is the end, Simple constipation turned foul, Bowel obstruction is inevitable, And now I know exactly how. As I lay here in my bed, Hearing all that the whisper has said, The day has become night, And alas I live. Maybe remission perhaps, Maybe I'll go to the doctor to see what is amiss, The