Just a thought, it may or may not be true,
For a second, I would like to assume,
that the world will come to an end next year.
With a sense of fright and lot of fear,
I try and imagine how would be those last days?
Will they be full of misery, sorrow and pain?
Or may be they will not.
That brings to my mind another little thought.
I'll be free like a bird in the open sky,
enjoying whatever is left, before I die.
No fear of loss, neither for objects, nor for relations.
I'll set off for a never ending vacation.
Somewhere close to sea,
with only waves all around me.
I will spend my last few moments,
sitting on the shore, calm, in retrospection
visualizing the memories of my life in it's reflection....