Dust to dust

No one has a plan
A realistic plan, that is 

Not even the oldest, wisest man on earth
Could tell you what tomorrow looks like 

The future cannot be manipulated

It will be what it is meant to be
And not knowing what that is going to be is okay 
Perfectly okay

Life is full of twists and turns

Unexpected things will be thrown in your way
Incredible blessings will be handed to you

You can never know what to expect
So how can you have a plan, for things you don’t even know are coming?

As much as it bothers you
As much as it makes you want to rip your hair out
It just can’t be done

It’s scary

But if it makes you feel any better
There are two things we can be sure of

You won’t make it out alive 
And you will surely turn to dust

So make something of yourself while you’re living
Because when this life is over 
You won’t be much of anything

Reviews

[foufa la perle]

This deeply hurts. But in a such creative way. You're a great writer, don't you ever stop doing what you do.

[Wolfwind Words]

This is a wonderful inspiring piece of poetry. I had to admit the last two stanzas made me chuckle a bit. The image of the spirit getting up out of the dust and looking around and saying, "Damnit! Why am I still here?" came to mind.

I guess in the end, we do need to live each day to the fullest, and then the end is left up to what one believes in.

Great Ink!
Aaron

[JaneFoxscale]

A very true tale. Good Job!