I lived by a code of winning,
It kept me above the noise,
But when I lost I found myself,
With fears I couldn’t enjoy.
I continued as I got older,
That code would always keep me standing strong,
But my body struggled too much to stay upright,
The winning I was used to could not prolong.
As I slowed to figure out its feelings,
It confessed to me it lived for just one life,
It earlier had begun its dying phase,
Long before I felt its endless strife.
I changed how I thought about my body,
I made it live despite its painful past,
I made decisions for my own future,
I became myself, relief at long long last.
Separating out from my own body,
I started to live my life with no real end,
Ignoring that I die and aren’t my body,
Made me plan my future as I ascend.
Figuring how far I plan into my future,
Even past the time when I could die,
Gave me another look at my own future
Urged me to look at more of where and why.
Living life as though I’ll live forever,
Apathy melts away from one’s own flaws,
Bodies will confuse as to who is dying,
A body is not a being and never was.
Planning for a life beyond just this one,
Preparing self for that will test your will,
Misleading thoughts start falling away about future,
And getting old becomes a different thrill.
We are all so used to thinking like our body,
Obeying its many urges like it’s our boss,
After all it can torment and even kill you,
So no one wants to really face that type of loss.
When you’re young it seems to do whatever you want to,
But that all changes unless you care and treat it well,
After 30 you’ve probably noticed things get interesting,
After 60 it runs your life, yes oh so well.
Decisions that you make for future lifetimes,
Enhance the inner self you really are,
Seems the proof you’ll have to use is actually dying,
So worth a look before you’re staring down from the sky.