Be Bright

I will sleep, when I die, eventually 

Like most those who run from it

Won't we all then meet, only for me to chide you,

With my sarcasm

Of how we all died after all your efforts to evade

But tell me this, dear reader

When you read what I scribbled above

Have you pondered about your own flight away from eventuality 

Or have you, like me, felt calmer in knowing

That an end does arrive, or will whenever

Not tonight though, Right?

What if it did , I wouldn't know if

For I don't seem to understand the nuances of the struggle to live an extra second 

Or maybe I don't really care about my end

But I wish you well, be astonished 

Be all you will, and more

And such is my prayer to you

Before I let my sleep take over

GoodNight

Don' bother

At the end, I will always scrape burnt porridge 

Though you would swear by my cooking, I know why

But to tell on me! I wouldn't dare to try

I find myself at home, at the sink, doing my dishes

Wondering nothing, you may mistake it for woe

Though

Yet know

I won't correct your misnomer, or inability to perceive 

Nor react to your lauding, nor bother to deceive

I will remain, you will leave, I won't bother to shatter nor heal

As I exist, you do too, yet neither interleave 

So here I am at my sink, washing the dishes

There you maybe, wherever there is

The night will pass, come to light

Some stories are better out of sight