(be)

the thing to know
is that we don't know 
when our last day is

sometimes we're not meant
to prepare for the unknown

with a script in hand
and a great last sentence

sometimes instead of
growing dark 
slowly

we become engulfed
all of a sudden

we're turned on our back
colors turn to grey

we can't think of 
what to say
at that point

we can't think of 
what to do

all we can do 

is try

try to breathe in the life
that's trying so hard
to escape from us

willing ourselves awake
for one more second
of breath

for her
for him

for ourselves

for whatever it was
that kept our heart beating

for all those countless years
when all we had the luxury 
to do

was dream

(stay)