Nothingness was its seed.
From nowhere it did sprout.
Now, it's in my head.
The train is to leave.
I still sit undisturbed.
For transition I so crave.
Yet, I wait to be served.
This way, I'll pass but once.
There is not a second chance.
Having no intent to pry,
After living, I will soon just die.
It is to me if I dwell in passivity--
I'll leave not a worthy memory.
Not a trace of valor;
But of cowardice
and terror.
Ariel Lalisan