The Second

The second my soul becomes a prisoner

The second my love for life expires

The second my interest turns into indifference

The second my heart ceases to care

The second my fearless mind starts to panic

The second I know you’re ignoring my pain

The second I learn the truth about God

The second my aching bones convince me I’m an old man

The second I quit caring about injustice

The second my active mind asks for a break

The second I’m aware I’m your second choice

The second my soul cannot carry my regrets

The second my procrastination becomes bigger than my ambitions

The second I become first on your list of losers

The second I’m no longer able to entertain anybody

The second I feel music is just an exterior sound

The second I begin to destroy instead of create

The second my friends become obsolete

The second boredom kills my excitement

The second my mind runs out of ink

That second, my body will turn into a corpse.

 

Edmundo Barraza
Lancaster, Ca. May-22-2014
http://edbar1952-accomplishedignorant.blogspot.com