Note to Self

Life vs. Death,

Light vs. Dark.

Up vs. Down,

Never vs. Now.

Pain vs. Joy,

When vs. How.

So much weight

must be balanced.

Life as we know it

disappears.

So much to consider

in all our years.

So much to learn.

So little time.

I get so lost

between each rhyme.

I must find a way

and make it mine.

Before we depart,

just know I’m fine.