~Death~

Fear grips my heart
 I know not, what the future holds,
 Whether this is the end
 Or the start.
 
 Death, they say, is inevitable.
 Then why does it scare us?
 Why it causes all the misery & despair?
 Or threaten to turn memories into fables?
 
 As time ticks, the body melts away,
 Bit by bit, towards what, know none.
 We run and run and run.
 Nonetheless, there is no escape.
 
 One day you know
 You too are old
 'Cause all who saw your childhood
 Are gone.
 
 And you're still stuck
 In the same rut
 Which was left behind
 By those whom death struck.
 
 Wonder why then
 We make plans
 Thinking 'Someday I shall...'
 Because someday has no definition.
 
 Why is it so difficult
 To live in the moment?
 To do today what we plan for later?
 To simply be a child, and not an adult?