The lingering thought that every time I look at someone
They are closer to their death
Than the last time we spoke
Is making me occupied with their eventual death
Rather than spending time with them
While they're alive
Each second I spend thinking about it
Is a fraction the time we have that I have just thrown out of the window
Even as I am writing this
Phil sang "if there have to be words, they could just be 'now only'"
And I agree
Yet I still keep thinking about past events that haven't even happened
Romanticizing being another person
Born in another place
Ignoring the fact that they have problems too
But I guess Phil also sang "there's no end"