The few times I've come across death.
Or the idea of it.
Its been about numbness.
And sometimes a feeling of being totally helpless.
All the control, cause and effect, effort-reward,
Seems fake. False.
Everything is not as it seems.
Priorities get seriously relooked at.
The celebrated seems puerile.
Goals, dreams, fears all in the realm of the inane.
Life becomes about moments.
Lived, loved, smiled.
Lost, fought, regretted.
But each important.
What am I chasing ? And why ?
The journey is not important. It is all.
For it can end. Cruelly. Randomly.